The house really was breathtaking, as absolutely perfect as Scott had described it. It felt like walking right into the cathedral of the author's mind, and yet- better, in a way. None of those blurry edges, every detail just right. "Like it's been lifted right out a novel-" he said. It was meant to be teasing, but it did come out a bit more awestruck than anything.
"Yeah, meant to be, huh?" he laughed a little, and then took a sharp breath as she touched the feathers. Jesus. His mind instantly went to filthy places, remembering the feel of them, the way he had just snapped that summer, fuck-
Fortunately, Jay broke the moment before it even began, with his smiles and endless charm and his pink suit, and Ernest couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Hello, chaps! Welcome, thanks for coming- please, come and have a drink," he told them, ushering them through.