Sunbeam Lair i want to be anywhere but here

Weird suits them just fine, he wants to counter—yet he knows Zephyr would twist it the wrong way. Weird is what they are, and he wears it akin to a badge of honor. Kratos would rather lay down his life than attire to what is normal. His ears twitch, however, and champagne eyes shift over the cavern with amusement.
Yeah, me neither, he admits aloud, having been reluctant to say that even he is inexperienced in something. Usually water somewhere in caves. It’s what he’s learned about the Pit and the rounds of Dynverther’s streets. Hot Springs were for the nobles, but it wasn’t rare to catch the sly youth sneaking his way in them when the guards snoozed.
Probably that and the sunlight is why all these plants are around. He concludes, eyes lifting to the ceiling before he glances towards Zephyr. Stating the obvious, but he likes to seem smart.