Tsutha is entirely prepared to help left the desk when suddenly, before her eyes, it is hefted as though it weighs no more than a sack of flour and easily balanced on the dragon man's shoulder. Her eyes widen, impressed, but she quickly recovers.

"A-ah! Yeah, Alley should be fine. Come on." She'll just pick up a smaller end table and carry that over to the nearest alley. Might as well take more furniture, now that she has the desk taken care of.

"Thanks a lot. You're really strong, you know that?"