*is as surprised as you, if only because he's finally incited some sort of reaction from you that is more than civil* *blinks (sips his wine)* It's all I can think to do. Perhaps if I pay it all back, my House will feel like my home though that logic doesn't explain the spare room where I've kept the presents I meant to give him for Erumas and his birthday.
*with a small shrug* Because, right now? Everything reminds me that I was a failure who was cheated out of his money. Every fucking mug and towel and lace curtain. *blinks, as he hears himself, and his lips twitch somewhat as he realises how ridiculous it sounds, to be guilted into action by a lace fucking curtain*