"Well then." It's said like a full thought, with another nod and Ereuvir steps through the door, turning back and holding out his hand for Arkady, to draw him through. Even so, the choice is his right up until the last moment.

When he steps through, however, the door closes behind him and they are just standing in Ereuvir's entryway. Here, he's dressed in his more usual, almost timeless sort of attire: black knee high boots, black pants and a shirt also in a deep color, this time blue. He looks perhaps a bit anachronistic, but more like some eccentric poet might be, not like someone at an Renaissance Faire or something.

"Welcome to the Underworld. And also my home," he smiles slightly. "Please, have a seat," he gestures to a small sitting room off to one side, "I will return with your brother," the smile grows a hint of teeth, "I wouldn't harm you on purpose, but until you've been here long enough for the house and the servants to recognize you, I wouldn't wander off. You are very clearly living to anyone and anything here, and that makes you something of an intruder here. You will be safe if you stay in the sitting room. I cannot promise the same if you wander about. I will only be gone a few minutes, I suspect."

That said, he leaves and goes in search of Ashley, honing in on him with his senses if needed.