On occasion. [He replied, taking his clothes to the bedside and tossing them down. He really didn't care that Reid was standing there enough not to get dressed, granted he started by shrugging on a button down shirt over scarred shoulders. His tone was actually rather flat, there was no fondness for any thoughts considering the house around them and he didn't even attempt to disguise it.]
As I said, one of Cyril's houses. [He paused in buttoning his shirt to find and light a cigarette from the nightstand, holding it between his lips as he finished the job.] I don't care much for him or his taste in decor, so I never stay long.
What, are you surprised? I'm a Lord after all. [Not always a vagrant.]