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"'course." He tried to ignore the comment about going naked entirely. Maybe it wouldn't be unusual, but he wasn't really into the nudist thing. Time and place for clothes, and for lack there of. Right now he figured he was done the working out in the sun thing, so the shirt could go back on.

Speaking of which, he still smelled. Didn't seem like this was the time to shower though, even if he felt bad considering he'd be sitting about in her room like so.

"...well... I'll just be a minute," he clapped a hand in her shoulder in passing, squeezing, and moved down to the room he'd flung his things out in. Something about just standing face to face at the top of the stairs felt sort of awkward. It just was tempting to put things off and stand there doing nothing, but Kalis didn't so much care for wasting time. Not when there were things to be done with it, anyhow.

He wouldn't be long, anyway. Kalis shrugged on the shirt that had been around his waist, buttoning it partway up and tucking it in, leaving the sleeves rolled up. Boots- better than sneakers. Gauntlets- better than empty hands. The waist pouch on his double belt, and the knife hung on.

He lowered the sword down across his back, turning the hilt up over his right shoulder, and let the lower part of strap drop. He attached it to the other end, securing carefully. Kalis yanked that leather jacket on over top of the blade, hoping wherever they were going wasn't so hot as here, and headed back over to Owle.

And thus no sooner was he stepping into the room than he was bursting out laughter.

"I know what you mean," Kalis offered as chuckles subsided, settling into whatever seating was available beside the bed. On the edge of it if there wasn't anything else. "I wasn't figuring on you feeling that odd about it. Isn't this sort of thing just about normal for you?" Somewhere between the ex-goddess shapeshifter telepath thing with the whacky adventures and all she seemd to have adapted into quite a level headed sense of accepting just about anything.

Kalis figured he probably should have been a bit more used to the crazy stuff by now, but it still put him off. The best he could do even now was suspend logic and give the benefit of the doubt. Just try not to think about it.

Right now he was thinking about the idea of sleeping to save someone though. This particular idea he sort of liked. It made him chuckle.

"Anyhow, we're going somewhere that we think someone is?"

On the overhang just above the entrance to the Firebrand sat a young woman with wet hair that struggled to blow in the wind and failed to do so quite miserably. Sitting cross-legged with a towel wrapped around oneself was never a good idea, but she seemed to have no problems with it - possibly because she was sporting blue and black spandex leggings that reached nearly to her knees.

With an elbow on her leg and a fist against her cheek, she watched as the small little group walked off - this just wouldn't do. What was going on, though...?

Sunstrike would follow both out to the seaside, not exactly calm with what the girl had said about her "time" with him, that sounded vaguely threatening...but probably more towards KB then anything else.

Although he had a little trepidation about the water, he wasn't hugely bothered about the stuff. Especially when he was on firm land. He'd fallen into it enough times to have a healthy respect, though.

"Date?" The mind wheels crunched to a halt and he tripped up a little, as he looked in shock at the blond haired vampire. "I..." Admittedly it was an interesting request, and a very unexpected one. Sun relaxed a little more and shook his head with a soft smile, even if he had turned a little red around the ears.

"I don't want to be rude, KB, but I can't. Truthfully, I'm not single..." No. He wasn't. And although he'd gone out to solve this business by himself, it was fairly rare that the salamander was on his own.

"I don't mind just conversing as friends or having a little get together for lunch or something, but there's no further that I can go...you understand, right?" Sun didn't want to lose a friend, he'd sooner lose an arm, but there were boundaries here that he couldn't afford to cross.

The blush darkened his cheeks now.

"No. No..."

Ah. He'd misunderstood again.

Oblivious to how much trouble he was in, he grinned and nodded in embarassment. It didn't take that great a leap to consider himself unattractive, or even undesireable. Which was probably why he was blind to most come on's, or mistook requests for dates.

"Sorry for the misinterpretation." He thought about it, placing his hands in his pockets and looking up...exposing most of his neck. He didn't leave it there long, though it did add a layer to the temptation for a bite. Looking back down with his mind made up, he gestured.

"I'm sure we could figure out a time for it, obviously looking for Tijae is pretty important, now, but," If we all come back alive...

"Sometime in the near future, I should find out for certain if she's okay."

The young woman on the overhand wasn't sure if she should be confused or agitated by what she was watching. At first she was positive that he was in trouble... and now he was being asked out? It was like one of those video games RPGs with a dating sim thrown into it for kicks.

Letting out a short sigh, she swept the towel up to her hair to dry it off. She wasn't wearing a top, but conveniently placed strands of hair covered up anything naughty in an anime sort of way. After a few moments she turned around, towel across her shoulders, and took a few steps towards the wall now in front of her, making a few bounds up to an open window. She might as well get dressed if nothing was going to happen.

"That I don't know," Owle answered. "It's...a plane of existence where the gods dwell. I've heard it called hell, but there's so many notions of hell that it seems like a silly name. It's a place that isn't...entirely reachable by physical means, near as I can tell.

"I'm not...really sure," Owle answered his second question. "She used to be a deity of air and darkness, and got kicked out, apparently...I don't know how she came to be with Sunstrike. Rafe took a liking to her, though, while she was here, and he's been taking care of her...I think his brothers abducted her just to make him suffer.

"They don't like him, very much," she added helpfully.

"Um...no. Pretty mild, actually. Lots of rivers," Owle answered, looking at him like he was crazy. Which was ironic, if you thought about it.

"And...no, I'm not," she admitted. "Half of them wanted to kill me already, and Nyx and the others had only helped me before because I was helping Rafe...I don't know if they'd help me, now that Rafe's...walked off. Hell, Oberion is like to want to kill me again. But, yeah...nightmare gods, shapeshifters from what I can tell. Possibly Thanatos, but he's an a**. And not all that smart."