That determination, it reminded him a little of Dorne before the virus had... well, before, even though Ronixis had only known him for a short time. He'd seemed like a very determined and headstrong young man. "Well in that case, far be it for me to stop you," Ronixis said with a smile. He just wouldn't let Dean go alone. He'd never forgive himself if Dean got mangled or collapsed after Ronixis had let him just walk off in the condition that he was in. It would be intolerable. He peered over the other man's shoulder at the crudely drawn and dog-eared map. Some of it was at least still readable, although most of it seemed to have been damaged by the water, leaving just ink smeared across the paper. Well, as long as Dean had some idea of where to go without needing the map the whole way. He had to wonder how big a building it could be to require maps for people to get around, especially a hand drawn one like this. He had to admit, he was curious to see more of the place, no matter where it was.

"I'll come along, yes," Ronixis replied, glad that Dean had offered rather than Ronixis having to insist on accompanying him. He looked a little confused at the mention of the butter knife though. What was he going to use that for? Still, he went to fetch it anyway, feeling rather bemused at the whole idea. "I admit, I don't tend to use knives as a weapon," he said with a touch of amusement, because a butter knife was not known for being any kind of weapon usually. "But thankyou." If something came, then he was far more comfortable with blasting them with a spell or two. Calling down lightning to rain death upon attackers was rather more effective in his opinion.