Albel didn't even answer that suggestion, merely made a beeline for the fireplace and sat right in front of it. Warmth, oh blessed warmth. The few other patrons shot him strange looks, not that he noticed or would have cared.

It wasn't until he could feel his fingers again that he acknowledged Fayt's own housing. B-09... that did sound close. Not bad, not bad at all. Of course, Albel couldn't show that he actually liked this news, but he managed a smirk.

"Hm... Beats sharing some room in Peterny."