He gazed at her intently, as if he could see through her;
"Oh my dear sweet, pampered, noblewoman Monica, you do realize that not every single one of us has some fancy castle with some fancy uptown address right?"
Her face flushed;
"Come on, are you going to keep teasing me about being an aristocrat?"
Nexus' rolled his eyes;
"Oh I'm just getting started!"
The both laughed.
". . .but on a real note," he began; "I was actually being serious. I don't own a manor or anything like that. . .in fact, I'm not sure I've actually owned a home before. . ."
Monica's eyes dimmed even further. The crowded streets and the bustling noise wove into her ears. Oh no, she thought. . .
". . .I'm a wandering alchemist, I'm always on the move looking for raw materials, rare artifacts, and basically anything worth studying or acquiring. So, I have no fixed address–"
He shrugged;
"–I've never had one per say to be honest. . ."
