"So far, so good," came Noah's response as he followed Macy into the apartment. It was beautifully clean. In fact, it was the exact opposite of Noah's own. He knocked a gold something-or-other off the coffee table onto the floor. - There. Now it was homier. He grinned at Macy and flopped onto her sofa.
"Why don't you come here and make it better?" He raised his eyebrows.