[ Adra strokes Gil's hair like he's some kind of downy cat, tangling his fingers gently in the thick, blond locks. ]

It's palatial. A magister's house, given to me because of my seat on the council. Gauzy drapes, gold staircases, a bed as deep as the ocean. Rubies inlaid everywhere on the walls. All the eaves are worked with a shining filigree. A great crystal chandelier in the foyer, lit with magic.

[ Not his design choices, clearly. He sounds irritated to speak of it. ]

And aside from me, it's usually empty.