His head falls gently to the other side as the prince looks him over. His comments cause him to blink one of his slow blinks but other than that he has no real reaction. Dropping his arms to his sides he turns back to the bed. [i]'Less like I intend to kill him? I wonder what he means. He hired me, and he knew before now that I have no longer any intention of killing him'[/i] His eyes trail down to his fae outfit crumpled on the floor. [i]'Does that really look like the clothes of a killer? Was it even the clothes? R have I somehow changed in some other way and just not noticed. . . . .'[/i] He remains silent, moving around the bed slowly. 

His head remains tilted down as he trails his fingers over the soft covers of the bed twice the size of his own. Continuing his slow trek he moves to the wall at the head of the bed. Bringing his hand up he presses it against the cool stone and begins following it around the room. [i]'There are two other ways into this room'[/i] Small amounts of his magic trickle around the bricks, seeking out as much information as it can and filtering it back to Rei. His magic isn't very developed, most of what he's learned he's had to teach himself, and given his job description it works mostly in a manner most useful for an assassin. From stone to glass he pauses only briefly to glance out the window. [i]'I am along the same wall as the prince, however this room is more easily observed by those in the stable'[/i]

His gaze drops back down and he continues on. [i]'Not garish, no tapestries or other ornate objects'[/i] His fingers trail along the mantle place, the smell from over his head bringing his head up once more. His eyes trail over the flowers and the vase, his head tilting to the side. [i]'Not the prince's idea I'd wager. This part seems different from the over all feel of the room'[/i] Continuing on he passes between the prince and the door, his fingers testing the strength of the wooden door with small flickers of magic. His inspection takes him all the way back to his bed where he stops and draws back all of his magic, the information it had gathered filtering in carefully as to not overload him. [i]'One of the ways in leads to a servant hallway, and the other is connected to an occupied room'[/i]

Letting out a faint sigh he looks to the prince and nods. “I will be sealing one of the secret entrances to the room, the other will prove most useful in protection you.” Stepping away from the head of his bed he motions towards his small bag. “I did not bring much. Books. I will have time later to unpack. For now I would like to get to work.” He steps closer to the prince. “From your own words, your life is in danger often, and I would like to be ahead of the next attack. Such frequent assassination attempts may have more meaning than one would expect.” His eyes flash at the prospect and he moves towards the door. Opening it he pauses and motions that Alessandro should lead the way. Bringing a foot up he scratches the back of his leg with the toe of his boot. He wrinkles his nose and looks down. [i]'My toenails are rougher. How does anyone scratch with these things on without bending over into a vulnerable position?'[/i]