I've no idea. [He's not had to think about it in anything but an abstract "what if she disappears too?" sort of way, and even then he wasn't certain what he'd do with it. How do you choose what to do with a room that's become so much a part of the house and someone who's lived in it? Elle is still his friend and he wants her to have a comfortable place here, should she visit once Dorian snags him for a permanent contract again, but is it wise to give up their only spare bedroom when she can't stay the night without getting in trouble after the house is in their name once more?

That's far too heavy a thought when he's still swimming in the joy of Dorian having said yes to his proposal, so he shrugs it off for now.] I'll think on it. For all I know, she'll tell us to take it down after she's taken all her things out of it. [A stunned beat.] Actually, she may just do that. She is our biggest fan. [He can't blame her for that; they are the picture of romance, even if the younger immortal will deny it vehemently.

He smiles as he watches his fiancé picks through all the bath goodies. He'll let the man pick what he wants, but he does give a little push toward something particularly nice by plucking up a mini bath bomb labeled as orchid-scented.] It's got dried petals in the center of it too, [he offers enticingly.] I used up the rose ones last week, but we can get more of those this week. They've got a lovely effervescent feel to them and really good scents.