In time, with his being there, that warmth might return in a whole new way.

"Probably," she laughed, leaning back against the desk and reaching over to swipe some invisible dust from its edge. "I was told it was best to have a 'clean canvas' in case any of my employers decide to bring outfits with them during consultations. It's been alright... just a nightmare to clean. I actually spilled wine on the rug while Diana's team was here setting it up." Her cheeks flush a little. "There were portraits of me hanging here and there but it felt... vain." And some of her best work had been done in her skin- only her skin- and with Lea moving in...

She watched him with mild interest, then tilted her head, quietly amused. "What?"