Luka slides one hand behind Gyre, closing the door behind him and flipping the deadbolt until he hears that satisfying click sound, ensuring the outside world could no longer interfere.

The interior beyond the entryway is dark, until Luka reaches to flip a light switch and the room flickers into view. It's small, unsurprisingly, like a cheap, empty studio apartment that had been hastily furnished to house the Princess for this year's wizard season.

Luka had made it his home in this past week, in the sense that it looks as if one of Farida's notorious hurricanes had run through the place. Every seating area is strewn with errant articles of clothing - piles of vibrant silks, flashes of sequins and chiffon in an array bright colors. A surprisingly pristine desk sits in the far corner, a laptop carefully placed on its surface. Against the adjacent wall lean several guitar cases, and Gyre may recognize the one Luka had brought to his camp there as well.

The center of the room houses a well-kept bed, though the bedding is unmade. Above it is a large window with the curtains drawn shut except to allow the smallest sliver of natural light to cut through.

Luka immediately returns his attention to Gyre, draping an arm over each of his shoulders.

"Do you still want that bath, or have your priorities changed?"