Wrong lair
"About moving to another house to build from scratch, I want to help you redecorate this one," I said smiling as my gaze darted to the little details of the house so modern but at the same time some furniture were old probably there for years. Maybe he inherited from his relatives some pieces here and there to give the house some piece of history.
He reached me on the top of the bed, folded his arms behind his head, and then laid on the pillow.
"I like this idea, what would you like to change?"
I turned around and gently laid my head on his chest looking up at him.
"There is nothing in this house I would like to change." I raised my eyebrow slightly hinting at a smile.
"No? Well, I am probably one of the oldest furniture in the house."
"Oldest and most prestigious and charming. If I may add."
He leaned forward allowing me to feel his calm breath on my lips, "so mang generous compliments."