"You could always move out," he suggested. Aside from drinks, there was little left on the table. He flagged their server, who gave him the bill. He paid it and relaxed back into his chair. "I'm sure there are mages who don't live in the tower," he added. "Or you could just stay over at my place once in a while." Totally no ulterior motives there.
He never could understand why the mages lived in their headquarters. There was no way he could imagine living in the guild halls. Sure, he'd partake in the Friday dinners, but staying there for longer than training, meetings and food? No way. Far too constraining.