Max didn't know what he'd expected from 'a little old-fashioned', but he was pleasantly surprised as they walked in. The furniture reminded him slightly of Roger's house, and he found it quite cosy and cheerful. "Don't you like it?" he said quietly to Siobhan. He didn't want the agent to hear, and judge him for having 'poor' taste. "I mean, the house doesn't come furnished, so none of it will stay." He looked around at it, feeling a little conflicted. "I suppose it's a bit much," he agreed after a moment. They hadn't talked about decorating, and Max didn't even know what he wanted, really. "Something between this and dad's house." Siobhan had seen Maximilian Senior's house, she knew how... cold and plain it was. Max wanted something different from that for himself, and his own children.
"Dad would hate this," he mused aloud, because he certainly would. And, Max didn't say, he supposed his father would visit. Not that Max Snr had ever visited Max's flat, but maybe having children would change that. Or having a proper house. Something. He lifted Siobhan's hand and kissed it. "You'll have to guide me with the decorations," he said, smiling down at her. "I trust you."