They wandered around the home, stopping occasionally to pause for a remark or two on the rooms. "I like to call this room Ronald Reagan's guilty conscience -- notice how it's empty? That's because he was basically the second coming of Jesus Christ." There was no small amount of self-awareness and mockery as they traveled around. He made quips about how wasteful the home was, how easily he could've bought something a quarter its size and still not filled it out. Self-defense was completely thrown to the wind as he openly torpedoed his own lifestyle, "I like to think that this room is where I learned how to cope with being a disingenuous windbag, because where else would I do it than by fireside?"<br/><br/>When they arrived at the end of the tour, he moved closer to her than he'd been the whole night. There was a look of determination in his eyes as he moved close to her, taking her hands in his, "Kiss...? I figured I'd ask -- I know your kind thinks that consent is<em>awfully sexy.</em>"