Does it look as though I bother much with cleaning?

[Dryly said, though that's not entirely fair. Give Fenris this: his little room, at least, is somewhat orderly. There's a rug and a working fireplace, a bed and a bookshelf filled . . . he does try to clean up after himself. It's the structural damage that he hasn't ever tried to repair.

But fine, fine, and he grins as he settles down, lying on his side and propping his head on one hand.]

Then tell me what you want, if you refuse to indulge in destruction. We have another bottle of wine . . . what would you have stolen from him if you could have?