"Thank you," Peitho smiled, always pleased to see people impressed with it. There was a certain pride in seeing people distracted by the vast walls of windows that looked out onto the city. "I love to have the natural light."
Peitho led the mortal across the apartment and to the central marble counter that was the kitchen. "Wine, Tinsel?"
Luna smiled at her friend. She was dressed in a much less eye-catching way than her mistress, in well cut black trousers and a soft white shirt.
(She was trying not to feel weird about Tinsel being here. This apartment didn't usually see her friends over to visit. There was also the small fact that Tinsel had seen her as a total mess - seen her filthy and bloody and killing a man. It was hard to know exactly where their friendship stood now.)