The charming smile that Narcissus had ready faded as Echo turned around right after opening the door and made her way to the couch. He looked her up and down and she walked away, appreciating the way she looked in his shirt. Of course, he was of the opinion that she only looked so good because of him. It was his shirt, after all, and her new shape was because of his son. He slid the sunglasses off of his face and tucked them into his collar.
Making his way around to the front of the couch he sat next to Echo, crossing one leg over the other. "What a warm welcome..." he said, sarcastically, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. He handed it to her. On the screen were the pictures of the new house, with details of every room.