Grantaire

“Mm, no, quite biased.” This is easier than he expected. Still a little awkward, yes, but knowing that his cause is entirely separate from this strange mansion has made him warm to the fact that this might be a new start for both of them.

“We’ve space enough for a dragon,” he points out dryly. “As for staff, perhaps the cold boxes would be accommodating, they seem to work well enough.” At the last, though, he pauses for a moment, considering a reply. “Yes. Or the billiards tables.” This, too, is extremely dry.