Ah, the Charmings. Ever the demanding couple, never quite able to sort out their own lives. It was both amusing and infuriating really. "Normally both at once," he agreed wryly. He was so often the first accused of doing something nefarious, and it was only really true some of the time. And yet the Charmings often lacked any sort of imagination when it came to such things, being quite the naive pair.
"Yes, I prefer it here." The question was an easy one to answer, and he offered it without hesitation. "Here we are together, my son is here, my grandson. While, yes, I wish Bae could be with the woman he loves, I admit it is pleasant to see Emma so content, and the former Sheriff deserves the chance to be happy after everything Regina put him through." Of course, if the man did anything to truly upset his son, Rumple would show him no mercy, but until then, the Huntsman would be left alone.
He took the glass of wine with a small smile. "There is a small museum nearby, with art from the local area dating back a few centuries I believe. If that would interest you?"