"Mars' shop." Jo corrected automatically. Despite how much time she spent alongside the antiques Jo still felt little passion for them. They were relics from eras she had no interest in, or were so obviously a fake that it took all her restraint not to point them out to Mars. It wasn't her business what was sold, only that things were sold and Mars wasn't homeless. Outside of that, Jo hated the dimly lit shop.

"I quite like your flat, though." The few decorations it boasted were interesting to study and there were no expectations there. Just an easy sort of relaxation. "I'd happily be bored here with you to keep me company."