[ We all can't go to Paris, Claire? Sometimes we live in the bowels of a ship or a servant and then spend our days on the deck of a ship. He's been in a castle or two, but never as an invited guest that could bunk. It's always been very temporary. But this is nice. The beds look far nicer than anything he's encountered beyond the bed that once belonged to Emma Swan. But he doesn't want to think about that too much. With the voices quiet he finds himself wishing her dead less and less. It's odd.
He nods his head and smiles at her back. ]
Aye. It's all ours. We can enjoy it however we'd like.
[ It's different than being in his apartment or hers. The rooms were small and compact there. Now they have all of this. It's strange to imagine. It makes him consider moving. ]
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He nods his head and smiles at her back. ]
Aye. It's all ours. We can enjoy it however we'd like.
[ It's different than being in his apartment or hers. The rooms were small and compact there. Now they have all of this. It's strange to imagine. It makes him consider moving. ]
What would you like to do?