[Despite his initial contempt and aversion towards the technology of this word Richard had now grown accustomed to the wonders of the electricity. Indoor plumbing, for an example, had been almost immediate hit with him and it had became a luxury that he was not keen on giving up. Or at least it was much easier pill to swallow than magic, at times. Accepting it had broadened his horizons greatly.

And yet, despite all the comforts he still could feel completely at home in strange and otherworldly structures -- much like this one, just as Silco assumed. He still listened keenly at his words and thoughts. Though the picture that his lover paints for him with his words does make him snort out a laughter.]

It is starting to sound like you would like to build an entire city underground. Is the old age making you feel homesick and nostalgic? [He then spins around in Silco's arms so that he is facing his lover. A teasing smile slithers to his lips as reaches up to touch the older man's collar, fingers idly playing with the fabric of the shirt.]