She giggled at the nickname he had chosen to give her. She would let him play at his game for now. "Yes, and thank you. I have only just moved in though...so it still feels quite empty. She opened the door stepping into the ornate hall. Mahogany lined the walls and trailed the ceilings. The marble staircase, broke off on each side, wrapping around the large entry room to a decadent upper level, visible from where they stood. The home was well furnished with antiques and collectible art lining the walls. She hung her cloak on the rack just inside the door. Her scantily clad body now painfully open to his wandering eyes.