Khythen leads them through a stone corridor to a round room with fourteen doors in the walls, seven on either side of the hallway, which continues opposite where it opens out into the room.

"This is where we keep the humans," he says, gesturing at the doors.

Nod. "I'm so going to end up redecorating."

He nods. "You're welcome to. No one else cared enough to bother but I seriously doubt they'll object." He leads them down the corridor on the other side until they hit a cross-corridor dotted with more doors on either side. "And this is where our rooms are. I can show you which ones are unoccupied."

"If we're lucky maybe there's two side by side we can remodel," says Kemar. "Or," glancing wryly at Izaneth, "you can remodel."

"Yeah, the last two down the left side of the right corridor are empty."

"Cool, we'll take those."

He heads down the corridor in question and opens the doors. They're...blank stone rooms, although they have plenty of space for the three of them between them. Khythen helpfully punches through the wall between them.

Izaneth shoves at the edges of the hole. Stone moves like clay under his hands. Soon the whole wall is lying on the floor in pieces; he picks up a particularly big slab and forms it into the approximate shape of a bed, then runs his hands over it a few times, softening the stone into something more comfortable. Another chunk of rock becomes a backless couch the same way.

Khythen leans against the wall, watching him work with admiration.

In fifteen minutes, the newly enlarged room is furnished and clear of rubble.

"Time to go meet your new friend?" he asks, getting up and stretching.

"Sure," he says. He leads them back down the hallway to the round chamber, and opens the third door on the right.

Khythen's new friend is a little busy at the moment.

Khythen gestures for them to come in anyway.

"Oh, hey, who's this?" the demon currently raping Nerine asks.

"Friends of mine who came in late," Khythen says. "Izaneth's going to completely remodel the place, it's going to be great."

"Cool," the rapist says approvingly. "My name's Nykrheeth."

"Nice to meet you. Wow, Khythen wasn't kidding about the furniture. Nobody here actually enjoys having sex on bare stone, right?"

"Not as far as I know."

"Well, if so, they're going to be disappointed." He paces around the room, running his hand along the walls; in his wake, they are neat and straight and smooth, gleaming as though polished.

"Nice."

"I'll do the bed when you're done with it."

"I'm almost done," he assures him, and less than a minute later he comes inside her and pulls his pants up and leaves.

Nerine sprawls on the stone slab and grins up at Khythen. "Hiiii. Missed you."

He scoops her up and kisses her. "I missed you too. These are my friends--Talyr, Kemar, and Izaneth."

Mmmmkiss.

"Hi!" she says to the other three.

Izaneth pounces on the stone slab and starts reshaping it into something more comfortable.

"It's lovely to meet you."

"Talyr apparently managed to figure out that humans were people without as far as I know ever meeting one, for which I have no other explanation than 'he's Talyr'."