Gyre follows him easily, of course, the familiar weight of the princess on his arm setting his tempo just a half step behind him. When they get into town, he looks around a little, trying to finally memorize a single street so he might find his way back here later.

It's not going well, and he's actually a little surprised when Luka pulls him down an alley and then suddenly they're at a door. How could he be so sure where they are? He truly doesn't understand the geometry of cities.

"Here?" he asks, looking up at the building curiously. It looks the same as every other building to him honestly, and he's still staring upwards when Luka grabs his hand and pulls him inside.

Well. Nearly inside. He follows as easily as he did before, right up until he hits the threshold. His boot settles on the front step into the entrance, and he pauses there, squeezing Luka's hand softly. He glances back over his shoulder, wondering if this is really a thing he should do. He'd been invited. He wants to be close to this man. It's...

"Okay," he says under his breath, and then he steps the rest of the way inside, a little jolt of adrenalin jumping up his spine. Here we goooooo.