Harry craned his neck around and was reminded of Sirius' loft room in the barn. There were several displays and pieces that echoed Harry's impression of Regulus, instead, but he still didn't feel ready to make any major additions to the house yet.
That feeling alone, made Harry knit his eyebrows in consternation. He should be ready. Even Faelan was moving on. "Social. In fact, I was hoping you were free for dinner after you close. But you can surely tempt me while the clock winds down," he said gamely.