Eddy luxuriated in the quiet thrill that rolled through him at Luke's enthusiastic consent. He hadnt felt something like that in a long while, the stirring of desire low in his gut. He was glad his age and alcoholism hadnt killed it entirely.<br/><br/>Eddy was a little quicker about putting his things away, the bottle back in its place, glasses in the sink, sketchbook and lamp beneath the bar. He fetched his ugly yellow jacket and they were gone.<br/><br/>He wasnt kidding when he said his place was closser. Eddy locked up the bar and took them three feet to the left, to a white door set in the same building. He owned the whole thing after all. The door opened up to a creaky set of stairs, enclosed and claustrophobic until they made it to the top where it opened up into an open concept apartment.<br/><br/>The building had once been a warehouse, big and airy with large paned windows and exposed pipes in the high ceiling. The apartment was about a third of the actual space, the rest was Eddy's studio. He didnt go in there anymore, not since his diagnosis. He had no intention of showing it to Luke.<br/><br/>Eddy flipped on the lights, the fixtures Edison bulbs hanging from chains. The living area was wide and open, consisting of erected white walls and the original brickwork of the warehouse. The hardwood floor was yellow pine, giving warmth to the otherwise industrial feel of the place.<br/><br/>There was a sitting area with large, comfortable looking black couches and a fireplace fixture. Beyond that a sleek, modern looking kitchen. But what really drew the eye was the array of weapons that adorned the white walls. There were swords aplenty, with some axes and clubs mixed in. Some were historical but most of them were movie prop replicas or renditions from video games.<br/><br/>It was an impressive collection, almost staggering to look at them all.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the apartment a little bell jingled and then a cat appeared, the same one that had featured in Eddy's drawings. It was a little black beauty with bright green eyes. It meowed reproachfully as it sauntered over, glaring at Eddy and his guest.<br/><br/>"You shut up, shithead," Eddy said fondly before leaning down to scoop up the cat into his arms. It instantly started purring.<br/><br/>"This is Your Majesty," Eddy said to Luke, turning so he could meet the cat. There was no shortening to the name, you had to say the full thing to get her attention.