"You could always take me in as an apprentice," he replied. "Show me the arcane arts and whatnot." He smirked. "Plus, peddling some wares and leaving the harder, dangerous magicks to you might alleviate that, couldn't it?" Still, the man had a point, but at the offer of allowing him to stay in the guest room was quite generous.
With a deep sigh, he offered him a small smile. Setting the tea down on a side table, he stood up and leaned forward to kiss Gilmore on the cheek -- just barely brushing the corner of his mouth. "Ever the savior, Shaun," he whispered. "Thank you so much." His fingertips lingered, for a moment, on the side of Gilmore's face before he finally pulled himself away.
"So, is this guest room an actual room or is it like Scanlan's magic mansion?"