That he couldn't promise. As much as he wanted to, Macklyn couldn't swear to his mate that the other version of Eric would not be harmed. It would depend on the reaction. How their interaction went. If the other man was a threat. He had to protect his own, and this outsider threatened much.
He turned his attention to the chair. "I don't think we're going to be very strict in our decorating, do you? We're an eclectic pair with strange tastes. I'm sure some of it will suit you and some will suit me, and some will suit us both, but it will all come together in a strangely appealing way."
Macklyn's eyes traced around to the bedroom. "Well. We could make a room for Bran. Or we could make a music studio for you."