[There's a small huff of laughter at that joke, Fenris' eyes rising to take in the sight. The skylight-née-hole-in-the-ceiling has been a misery this winter, truthfully, but he'll be glad to have it closed before too many birds can come swooping in.]

If you say so.

[It's not a snotty answer; rather, a clear deference to experience. Fenris glances where Dante does, vaguely taking note of his assessment.]

Most of it can be thrown out. None of it is mine, save for two or three rooms I use.

[A small bathroom, his own room, and a guest bedroom.]

You're free to take what you want, if anything catches your eye. Though given most of these are old portraits and crates of moth-eaten clothing, perhaps not.

[And you know, there's no time like the present, so:]

We can begin now, if it suits you.