[He glances down at his now empty hand, strangely and acutely aware of the loss of warmth provided by her hand gripping his. Then his gaze finds his way to her and he watches her with the same quiet fascination that he always feels when he's alone with her.

It's a little distracting that she's not wearing pants, actually. Or maybe a lot distracting. Still, his mind manages to tune in and listen when she asks her question. He tilts his head thoughtfully, as he considers it. Really, his impression of this place so far is based largely on vibes. It's weird and his instincts are telling him it's wrong and he's heard whispers that confirm it, but it's not like he can offer her solid proof at the moment.]

It's messed up. The rooms move around sometimes. There's one room that's made entirely of meat.

[Seriously, what is up with that? Even his monster self thinks that's fucked up.]

People talk about strange things happening. And I think there are monsters, they're just different from the ones back home.

[People also get really horny, but she's seen that for herself already.]