Henry leaned into Gabriella, smiling. "It's okay to stare at it all," he whispered. "I did the same thing when I first got here, too." The place had seemed like a dream made material, with the thousands of lights and colors, the fanciful buildings and the teeming throngs of people.
With her arm hooked into his, Henry set off in the direction of the condominium towers where his official permanent residence was located, right at the very top. He was surprised to hear Gabby's suggestions. "I could do all that, I suppose. The resort is really first-rate, and my place is probably the best of the best. But there are so many shows and dance clubs and such-- I'd have imagined you'd prefer something like that."
Punching the button for the elevator, Henry laughed. "No, I will not be doing anything like that, don't worry." Not, of course, that he wouldn't eventually be getting to the part that came right before it, though. The elevator sped its way up and opened into a short hallway. Henry led Gabriella to a door marked "PH1" and opened it.