Allowing himself to be guided inside, Elidibus finds himself nodding along. "When possible I do enjoy crafting by hand. There is a solidity to it that I find myself missing when resorting to pure creation magicks," a habit picked up from his living alongside mortals. While in the guise of heroes he had to act as they would, be that in battle or at rest. The skills were picked up over time, and here in Amani he had the space to think on what they truly meant to him. "Some things, however, are utterly impossible to translate from the mind to the hands - and there is where magic excels."

He stops himself before he begins to speak too far at length. That wasn't why he'd come. Reaching up, he gently frames Dimitri's face in his hands, tugging with gentle insistence. "You will need to do far less work than you think."

Should the other man resist, he will let go, but he thinks that he will not. Luminous blue eyes slip shut, and he pulls their mouths together for a tender, lengthy kiss.