Aulfr opened the door, having already unlocked it half an hour beforehand. He gave his assassin a smile- proud, not mocking, or arrogant- and stepped back. "Come on in, miss if-I-die. I see you got something to eat. Didn't alert anyone, I hope?" He watched her walk in, this time not in a foul mood, or even feeling high and mighty on himself. Closing the door behind her- and relocking it- he reviewed what he knew about her. 

"So, Rayt, how was your little expedition? I hope you got a better idea about the layout of the castle- you'll be needing that kind of information. Eventful, yes?" Taking a glance at bloody fingers, he frowned slightly- he'd need to get her some gloves. Leaving blood wouldn't do, and he didn't- he shut off that line of thinking before it even started. 

Taking the few steps to his bed, he sat down and scooted his back against the headboard, comforted with his pillows. His bed wasn't a "king-sized" bed- rather, it would've been able to fit two normal people, or one extra small person and an extra large person, which was fortunate, and oddly convenient. 

He made himself comfortable, before inquiring, "Where did you learn to fight? To sneaky-beak like you do? Certainly not something someone picks up along their travels. You're professional, skilled, and a natural at that, I think." Being a man, though, his eyes were drawn towards the skin showing through the gaps in Rayt's attire, when her back was facing him, and down from face to less polite areas, which, again, her attire seemed to enhance and highlight. Though, being the busy man he was, he did make quite a bit of effort to hold her gaze any time it was directed at him- he was too busy to screw around, both metaphorically and literally.