"There are actually," Patroclus said, as the elevator rose. When it reached his floor and opened again, Patroclus led them to his door. "Though I don't see much of them. And Achilles and I...we fell out," he opened the door and let Marcie into his apartment. It was simple but clean, and the only thing that announced there was anything different about the person who lived here was the swords on the walls. "Make yourself at home."