[He can be weird. Weird is pretty okay, actually. Out of all the things he could be, weird is definitely one of the better ones.
He follows her back through the apartment, curiously quirking a brow at the happy exclamation - she did say something about a balcony, didn't she? A good view is really the only thing this place needs to be absolutely perfect and as she pulls the curtain aside it's more than confirmed - perfection. ]
You sure know how to pick a good place to live...
[Surprisingly breathless he moves up to stand by her side, sticking his head out the door to draw a deep breath of the cool air. Not as cold as Drum Island, and the beach below isn't like any beach he's ever seen - not the yellow sands of Alabasta or the white, fluffy clouds of Skypiea. Still, it brings a sense of familiarity, this view that she's picked and for a moment he can almost hear windchimes in the air.
Maybe that's something he could give her. As a moving-in present. The music of Angels.]