<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/KaneAndreas.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7618618#msg7618618)</div>The changes were minimal, updated lighting and polished tiles and mirrors, a few of the decorations were different, along the same taste, but measuring a different tempo if such a thing was possible. Then again, he didn't very well expect the place to have been too much the same, nor did he expect it to have been switched on it's head. Places like this remained constant in spirit, it was the veneer that changed, it would change here and there, touches here and there, but the essence of the place would be the same. It was still opulent in here, but it was more subdued, meant to be luxurious in tone rather than awe inspiring. He would give Eduardo that much credit, he knew how to evince a tone to a room, to a place in general.<br/><br/>He, at first, paid little attention to the two having a discussion off to the side, moving past in the direction of the showers. It wasn't a long shower, he needed only to wash the imaginary layer of dirt from him before he was content to leave the warmth of the shower. It was habit really, a ritual to cleanse himself for the briefest of moments of the 'taint' of the outside world. He could get out there what he could get in here, hell if he wanted, he could get his own private supply of entertainment for whatever home or penthouse that he wanted. It wouldn't be the same though, and here, here he had a chance to sink into the warmth and pleasure without having to run half the city on his own. The idiots wouldn't burn down the supports of his little kingdom, not with the 'generals' he kept in line, at least they weren't wholly incompetent.<br/><br/>Strolling out, towel wrapped low on his waist, he moved back into the main room. Glancing off to the side, he now paid attention to the two whom had been speaking before. The one was a worker he recognized, having worked at the place for a handful of years, he was recognizable enough. The other gave him pause, he was familiar and yet not a employee, a member of sorts and he didn't recognize him. It took a moment before he gained the flash of insight, remembering him, or more like remembering the man whom had been his master and caregiver.<br/><br/>"Trent," he spoke the name aloud, the name bubbling up in his mind from the recesses. That's right, Trent and his master had died quite recently, an event that he himself had missed despite having a fondness for the man. Then again, he had been otherwise busy, and he wasn't the type to break off important business for a man he had merely been fond of on a purely acquaintance basis.<br/><br/>"My condolences on your loss, he was a good man as I'm sure you have cruelly heard repeated," glancing in the direction of the employee, Jayson he believed his name was, not that it truly mattered in the end, "fetch me some Scotch, on the rocks, the good vintage at that." With that his attention was back to Trent, "you chose to return back to this place then?"