I'll think about it. [It's a gentleman's duty to protect his friends in danger. So he'll think about it.]

It's probably going to be dark and I don't have anything with me to help this time, so watch your step.

[Then he starts down a dim hall. It is approximately where another room in the house would be, but it soon takes a sharp left that doesn't exist in Luceti at all; contrary to Luke's prediction, the narrow hall is lined with flickering yellow torches (the fire sort) and decorated with hieroglyph murals.]