Rashad takes her hand a little too firmly in his own, lest she pull away while they're partway through the door. He can taste that she is not as bored as she might appear, but thus far she has displayed a general tendency for her outward behavior to contradict the peculiar mix of emotion he senses from her. That in itself is not especially unusual among mortals, or among rifties.

It is the work of a moment to blink the pair of them into incorporeality -- incorporeality that is, as promised, selective. Falling through the floor at this juncture would be utterly useless. With a glance to be sure they are not being watched, he steps through the door with his current charge in tow. On the other side, he comments, "If you wish to remain this way, it is more easily done if you continue to hold my hand."