Magnus rose to his feet to join her in the kitchen, a little mollified though perhaps still slightly suspicious. She hadn't said she wasn't pleased, no, but he knew her well enough to read the signs. His lips were pressed in a tight line of disapproval until he poured himself a glass of wine and had a long sip then leaned down to brush her cheek in a kiss. "I think I should start building a new house soon. I think you should help me-" he made a vague gesture, "Design it."