"Yes, I think living is rather something I'd prefer," Cal agreed dryly before taking a moment to think on the matter.

With Monk, George, he hadn't had much of a say in the conventional sense: he had needed a place to live, could not afford anything to his standards on his own. He'd had no major complaints with either roommate. Having to ponder any additions, that was not something the footman had really considered before.

"Long as he's clean and doesn't seem likely to kill us in our sleep," he landed on, "I've no real qualms. Extra marks if you think I can take 'im in a fight," he chuckled.