Caber cocked his head to the side, very reminiscent of a passing fox. He nodded in acceptance, understanding her logic with it. Caber turned to Barliman, seeing the man was relatively alright. Good, the fellow was a useful sort, and fun when the moment caught him. 

"Very well. We can go to my apartment." Caber offered, making a wave-like gesture with his hand. It likely surprised Barliman the impish Fae had an apartment, but it paid to keep up appearances. As long as he stole enough money every month, he could keep it. What did the young humans say nowadays? 'Capitalism'? "I suggest we hurry, lest you want buckshot up your ass." 

The flat appeared small, but cozy. Located on 83rd street next to a laundrymat, it hardly seemed the whimsical paradise one might imagine a Fae like caber resided in. However, once you opened the door, the warm foyer with a bright lamp led into a hall that seemed to stretch a bit further than it should have, the main door leading into a snug, almost decadent living area with cushioned seats, a warm fireplace, and coins dating back a millennia were strewn here or there like a dog leaving crumbs, only it made the placed a bit more spruced up. 

"Please, make yourselves warm and rest your weary feet." He said, all but floating to the kitchen area attached to the room, hoping to make the drinks he couldn't get at Barliman's. 

[@Penny]