Somehow 'yellow', 'terrible romance novels' and 'girly things' none came as a surprise to Byron. He might not have known Caitlin very well, but he had already managed to establish that she was very keen on yellow and the other two seemed about as fitting. Byron pressed a small kiss against her cheek, before moving away, proceeding to investigate the flat. Or well, 'investigate' might have been a very ambitious description, as mostly Byron just looked around, picking up a book ever so often. Caitlin really hadn't been lying about the terribleness of the romance novels. Byron was quite sure he had edited a few of them, but that would also be admitting that he had read them, so he opted for not telling Caitlin that.
"Have you found somewhere to move it?" He asked looking around the place. It was... okay. Byron didn't think the flat had a great deal of soul in it, but then it was a rented property and they often didn't. It had been one of the reasons he had ended up buying a flat, the allowances for decorating it however he wanted were a definite added bonus. That and being able to ensure Elise had somewhere to live.