"…You're making him share the floor?" Oliver said, putting a hand to his head. "He came all the way here from the Capital, for my benefit, and we can't even get him a floor of his own? Gods be good… I wonder what the man is thinking… I wonder what Skullic is thinking, for that matter. I think they forgive me a small distance, knowing I am what I am… but I must seem terribly ungrateful."
"Ehhhh, there's nothing to be done, we don't have the space," Greeves said, shrugging, like it wasn't his problem. "And it ain't like you've got the coin to be throwing up any more new buildings, especially ones with a noble's decorations. You'll just have to apologize in the morning."
"I'm glad you're not worried," Oliver said dryly.
"Obviously, it's nothing to do with me," Greeves said. "You'll survive, and if you don't, well that's piss poor management on your part, what can I say?"
