Damon continued to use the torch as a means to move the cobwebs out of the way. Aila stood behind him, watching in anticipation; she felt like Indiana Jones on a quest for treasure or artefacts, whatever it was that kinky professor with a whip did. Aila shifted her weight from each foot, deciding if Damon looked good with a hat on or not.
"Damon with a hat and whip.. Hmm, quite the hench Indiana Jones there.." Malia snickered.
"I know who I'd pick. Damon is definitely hotter.." Aila murmured as her eyes were locked on the door that had a silver padlock on.
Damon finished removing the cobwebs and the spiders that fled to the ceiling. She shuddered again and then reached forwards to touch the padlock; she hissed in pain and retracted her hand.
"What did you do that for?!" Damon growled and grabbed her hand, turning it over to see the burnt skin slowly healing.
