Rhysand scowled as he began to head toward the house, pausing at the door to hold it open for her. He found it hard to believe he had died to 'The Man' but he was also an incredibly mysterious force. At the back of his mind he wondered if he shouldn't tell Katherine to pull back on this attack. Yet...he only need to be riddled with ash wood to be slain. Headless, too, was a decent method.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said sympathetically as he await her to enter the home. The inside was just as decadent as the exterior, and yet entirely uncharacteristic of the horrible, cruel, wicked High Lord of Night Court so deprave he entertained foreign dignitaries with whores on his lap. Of course none of those that saw his face in the Night Court knew of his home deep beyond in Velaris.