Marek chuckled. "That's true, I didn't," he agreed. It had helped him to have a specialty, since he wasn't as strong a duelist as Melinda, but he practiced with her enough to be able to hold his own. It would take someone significantly stronger than her to be able to kill either of them quickly, which was a comforting thought. Not that he was particularly worried about someone wanting to murder him, but with everything that was happening with the potion's effects lessening on the general population, it was a possibility. "I'd say I'd add poison wards to the place as a whole, though once I've done that, Mum and Dad will probably try to break in for a surprise sometime and end up getting themselves killed." Probably best not, then.
He stopped looking at the ceiling, looking at the cigarette in his hand. "Well, I don't think we're going to find a place that has skylights exactly where we want them, so what do you think? Want to take this one?" He wasn't really in a hurry to decide, but they'd have to do it sooner or later. She'd been playing with the glamours and changing things around long enough to have a vague idea of whether she wanted this particular place, he figured.