He didn't bother with asking where the door would lead to. Not knowing was half the fun. It was for the same reason that he did not ask her name, or even speak except for what absolutely had to be said. It made the encounter all the more sweeter when they had no pretense and no mirages.

He took a seat and leaned back, spreading his legs like a whore as he found a comfortable position. His eyes were still locked on her, still every bit eager to see where the nymph would lead him next.