With a direction to move toward and something that was kind of like a plan, Tony moved more confidently and replied with a very innocent smile, "I wouldn't mind getting worked up in an empty room..." The appearance of another aimlessly wandering passenger saved Cayde from any more flirting, though, and reminded Tony that he was sneaking, setting him back into his slightly hunched slithering while they made their way to what this ship called the Captain's quarters.

It was a largely unassuming door, much like the others that dotted down the hall that they had found themselves in, adorned with a golden plaque that was severely overdue for a polish. Or just acceptance that the gold colouring that had flaked off so far was a lost cause. There wasn't a good way to see in, and with a glance up and down the hall to make sure no one else was around to witness the next weird thing he did, Tony pressed his ear to the door to try to listen for any movement. The hum of the ship vibrated through the walls, making this possibly less useful than standing back to listen. "I don't know if there's anyone in there..." he admitted in a whisper.