He looked down at her as he reached the portkey, and shook his head with a smile. "Ja, you coulds says dat is a consversationals piece." Skwisgaar tilted a brow just slightly, "Calls its whats it is? P'fft." He motioned to her, "Gives me your hands, let's gets goings to de small mansions."
Once there, Skwisgaar turned to her, "You is blushings. I don'ts believes on it. You is looks vurypretty when you blush but dat don'ts means is nots a surprisings." The home in London was a renovated castle - about maybe a fifth the size of Mordhaus - not that she knew that. It was an expansive home, however, with five cars and three motorcycles in the car port. The third motorcycle got a brow raise, "Who is beings here now?" He muttered, sounding all sorts of put out by a visitor.