'Well? ' Erwin asks. The rooms are warm. They 're in the attic of four-floored building, and heat rises. He holds out his arms. 'What do we think? '

Levi 's feet are light on the floorboards. They barely creak beneath his loafers. He pulls off his riding gloves, stuffs them in pocket of his pants. 'It 's too far from camp, ' he says, drawing his finger along the mantelshelf, staring at the dust gathered on the tip. 'An hour, hour-and-a-half ride. That 's inconvenient. '

'It 's rather the point, ' Erwin reminds him.

Levi squints, holds up his hand against the sunlight streaming through the window, casting all the dust in fine speaks in the air, burnishing the floorboards. 'It 's too bright, ' he says.

'The furnishings are sparse, ' Erwin admits. 'You 'll have to get curtains. '

'Tch, ' Levi mutters. 'More money. '