"You make it sound as though I spend the majority of my time parading around in various states of undress," he calls down from the loft, amused. Fortune has it is in fact dressed, having just gotten back from the shop, because another fifteen minutes and he very well may have been pantless.

He comes to lean over the railing, squinting down before he descends. Not someone he recognizes. "Tea and coffee. All the bells and whistles today. Hello, I'm Balthier, the humble chimney sweep."

He pauses to grin at David and wave to their guest before crossing to the living room to start a fire as asked, setting something pleasant but unobtrusive on the turn table while he's at it. "There are lemon bars on the counter too, love."