His gaze follows Lucifer's to the cannibalized stone structure. It's hard for him to say what it might've been in its prime, especially in the dark. Reminds him to maybe speak with an alchemist about those eyedrops in Nocwich...

With a frown he follows after Lucifer from a few paces, not sure what his interest is in the building, but curious all the same. Behind them the lake is oddly still, not even the sound of water sloshing against the nearby dock or boats.

For a moment he considers, not for the first time, what would happen if he slipped his curse knife between the devil's ribs. But lately there's a slight tinge of guilt that comes with the thought.

He could ask what caught his attention, but instead he waits.