Ferrol, for all his lackadasical attitudes and whimsical ways, could pick out the right things and places for certain things--he just didn't always want to. However, he had a fondness for his brother's fiance, and he knew she would want something romantic.
He chuckled as the camera was thrust at him, and he accepted it with a jaunty little half bow. "My pleasure, madamoseille," he said, one of the last times he'd be able to say that. "I shall take you plenty of beautiful pictures."
Ferrol gestured to his room. "My room is in there, and the bathroom is connected to it, you should be able to find it." It was much like Nathan's rooms at the manor in setup. He'd hastily made up the bed and cleaned up things cursorily, though there was a stray sock and a belt that wasn't his tossed on a chair, and two drinks with completely melted ice on one nightstand, things he hadn't gotten around to yet.
Nathan wasn't extremely pleased about the bedroom bit but it wasn't like Ferrol would be in there with her. And he was his brother, after all. Even Ferrol wouldn't stoop that low.