Blackgate hadn't cleaned up much since the last time they'd been here. He'd cleared some trash from his apartment but it would have taken a great deal of time to do just that one chore in itself. Time that could be better spent finding this damned cult and ensuring that whatever ancient being was out there didn't do whatever it intended to do to them. He liked to think that his apartment was so dirty because he didn't have time to clean, always constantly working hard to make someone's life better. He wasn't going to get that benefit, not with the things he'd seen and not with the admittedly short time he had left on his clock. He didn't spend his time worrying about if his place was tidy, only worrying about solving the case.

Blackgate looked to her as she commented that she wouldn't put him out like that and couldn't help but smirk. it didn't really matter to him. As she could clearly see he didn't sleep very much anyways. He chuckled as she asked for a blanket, commenting that she hadn't had a good night of sleep in ages. "[b]Which is why you should probably sleep in a proper bed and not on a couch that'll give you spinal problems like you wouldn't believe[/b]" he said with a chuckle. He shrugged though as he got up and made his way to his closet, grabbing one of his blankets and grabbing a spare pillow as well. It wasn't much but it would do the trick at the very least. He hoped she would at least take his offer and sleep in his bed. He certainly wasn't going to sleep in his bed. He slept where he always slept, in his office chair at his desk. It probably wasn't good for his back but he didn't really care, he didn't sleep much anyways though it wasn't through lack of trying. It just was the way it was.

Blackgate came back, bedding in hand as she was looking at some of the artifacts he had. Every artifact in his home had a specific purpose. Each was worth 10 times it's weight in gold, each were powerful in their own right and each could cause devastating turmoil in the wrong hands. The artifacts in his apartment were the tip of the iceberg, the most powerful artifacts of his were either locked in his trunk or in the warehouse he'd bought and maintained as well. Some would call it a warehouse for antiques, he would call it 'The Armory'. The Armory was where he kept his most powerful and most dangerous artifacts, the artifacts he nabbed himself when things were especially bad. End of days bad. Cthulhu and his cronies were coming through now and he needed to put an end to it immediately type of situation. "[b]Careful with some of those. Some of them aren't as tame as the Eye of Horus. Take this one for instance...[/b]" he said as he raised a finger and walked to his trunk. He produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the large padlock (which also had inscriptions like what was on the door), opening the trunk and taking out a silver necklace that had a few jewels hanging from it, a beautiful piece of jewelry. "[b]This is 'The Liars Chain'. Doesn't look like much but if you got a habit of lying a great deal, this is your worst nightmare. Think of it like Wonder Woman's lasso, except instead of making you tell the truth it strangles you to death if you tell even the smallest of lies[/b]" he said as he showed it to her, letting her examine it as she pleased.