“I’m not going to ask you to clean,” Luke said sounding offended even though he knew Keara was just trying to be nice. He pointed into a room that was off of the office. “My sitting area? Living room? Whatever you want to call it is there. Please have a seat and I’ll make us some tea.” He had a small kitchen with the basics. It wasn’t meant to cook big meals with because that is what the Great Hall was for but Luke was able to put a kettle on and grab some green tea.