Dave nodded in agreement, rubbing his thumb lightly over the back of Dylan's hand as he tried to tear his eyes away from the younger man to look at the apartment more, but Dylan was much more interesting thing to look at. "'Course I am." He said softly, his eyes affectionate but then Dylan was turning to look at the apartment again and Dave forced his eyes away to do the same. "It would. Yours." He hesitated before pressing another kiss to the curve of Dylan's jaw for the mere sake of contact.
"And you could paint the walls, if you're willing to lose your damage deposit." Dave remarked, wondering if Dylan would let him use paint to cover a wall with poetry.