He considered this question for a few moments. What did he think of New York? It was loud. Expensive. Brash. And yet it held a touch of magic, a life that existed nowhere else. It was beyond compare, and he felt he owed a certain debt to it. After all, it had been his main destination since he had left Lorena and Los Angeles behind. It was a city of hope.
"I quite like it," he finally said, considering all of the elements in play. "It is like no place that I've ever been. I've been to London, Paris, New Orleans. New York is simply...singular," he was lost in his thoughts for a while before adding, "I quite like it,"
He glanced at her, and noticed she was just as distant as he was. "I'll admit," he murmured, "It took me a while to adjust. I'm sure it will win you over, in time,"