"Aye," he nodded, a momentarily lapse of pride swelling up in his bones. He did own it, he did! Braxton was the brains, mostly, but he helped some, gave all that he could and eagerly too. He didn't do it for the same reason Braxton did either. He had no interest in keeping himself away from others simply because they were poor or not pure, that just seemed ridiculous on a logical level.
"You'll have to come see it, be my personal guest," he nodded firmly.
Astrophel leaned forward, eyes darkening. "That one, over there," he nodded to the skittish blonde still giving him eyes every so often.
"I can't remember what I did to her," he frowned, settling back in his seat. "But I think it was bad."