Soren actually liked dressing up, and hadn't changed out of his suit until closer to the end of the reception. Chuckling, he watched as Cass went to the window. Unpacking forgotten, he sat down on the and tugged off his boots. He leaned back, unable to stop staring at Cass.
"It really is pretty in here," he murmured. "Too bad we can't move in here, or buy it or something." He kind of liked the idea of having a place in Paris to write and cuddle his husband.