"Blown up?" his eyebrows raised. "Wait, why am I even surprised to hear that? This place is about as screwed up as it can get sometimes. Does he even let you decorate anything in the house? We're very particular about how we want things to be. Well, the workshop is usually the only place offlimits. Couldn't care less about the rest of the house most of the time. That was Pepper's job and whatever maid I hired that week."
Other than sit and talk to Remy, he wasn't really sure what they should be doing. Technically, she was sort of his wife, which was weird in itself. He loved Pepper, and his fiancee was upstairs saying God knows what to the other one. "Very capable hands. I wonder since I have a wife and a fiancee, does that make me a polygamist?"