[ It's been tiring— but not hit the bed and pass out tiring. Cú takes a drag from the cigarette and exhales the smoke softly. They taste different than in Chaldea, but he started to enjoy that. He tilts his head, resting the chin on the palm of his hand ]

Wouldn't that be funny if I was! [ But he ain't a dragon and he needs no hoard ] When everything's done, the cleaning, the painting... then this place—

[ He gestures widely on the room and in the direction of the door ] The entire first floor will be my new workshop. A tattoo salon, providing enchanted designs.

[ Saying that out loud makes it strangely sink in. Never before he had made own workplace in this fashion. He probably wouldn't if not for Waver management and organizational skills ]