Gyre notices when he catches the princess' attention like that, turning to watch him with his hands behind his back like that. He smirks to himself, taking a few steps out and around him so he can face him more directly. He feels entirely in control of this situation, opening his mouth to invite Luka to the spring with him, and then there's that second offer.

People don't just ask people to come to their rooms, princess!! He makes a short, choked noise, flustering at the mere suggestion. He knows these rooms aren't their real private spaces. Hell, he's been in a hotel room before. He knows they're impersonal and strange. But the pure fantasy of someone like this presenting his own personal space to him makes him feel like a dumb teenager again. He's incredibly warm all of a sudden, and he looks away for a moment, pulling the collar of his shirt up around his cheeks to hide a blush from any potential onlookers. Thank all the gods that Luka can't see it. He would die again.

This is to say there's a long, weird silence here while Gyre tries to figure out what to say. The spring would be better, of course, but there's something indulgent about the other option. His voice is uh very small when he speaks up again.

"There is a spring," he offers, clearly picking his words carefully, "But the water might not be so warm when it's so uh cool out?"