"How exactly will you manage to get a nice enough house for your mother?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't mean to piss on your optimism, but you might want to start with getting a job."
Stephen snorted. "Yes, I know, but again if you have a Muggle flat in a fake identity, there's very little the Ministry can do. You can get creative, although you'll need to plan for this. I don't know how much they pay in this place of yours."
He chuckled. "You can take me wherever you want as long as you remember that you're the one with the fancy taste. I'm happy with anything."