"This is only my Manhattan apartment," Athena said. "I've only so much space, so..." she trailed off with a shrug.
Her gaze flickered around her apartment, lighting on her collection of well-loved 'classics,' her music, and a rose of spun glass. She wasn't concerned with impressing Triton as much as she did not want to disappoint him. But even that concern was a low undertone - mostly she was just glad that he was there, glad to be able to share this aspect of her life with him.
"Would you like to see my study? Or the loom room?"