Greg surveyed the room as he sauntered in, and thought it look far more comfortable than many rooms in his own house. The room looked comfortable at least, and he moved to pick a seat, flopping down unceremoniously on a sofa, putting one leg partially up on it and his arm across the back. He craned his neck about as he looked, noting the empty portrait and then at the windows.
His head turned towards Theo, "Sure, you can pour me one. Whatever you are having is fine," he let his eyes rest on Theo. He looked so incredible formal, and Greg had a fleeting feeling that what he thought had happened between them was his utter imagination. He pursued his lips, knowing he was not going to bring it up in this room.