"Well, then, m'dear," he says, addressing Bar. "A room, if you please." And a key promptly appears. He offers his hand again to take Tiwa's, as if he's about to lead her onto a dance floor.

Once upstairs, they find a rather large room waiting for them, bathed in purples and delicate silvers, and very Victorian in décor. There's a large picture window on the far wall, framed with velvet curtains, with a seat underneath. The rest is rather usual—two chairs, a small table, desk, nightstand, and bed. The bed is large, with gauzy fabric hanging down from a high canopy.

"Well, this is lovely," Frederick can't help but say. "A bit more modern than my room at Dawnbright." Which, by his tone, clearly suits his taste.