"Ah, you ain't seen da inside yet," Cyril chuckled. He stood and slipped out of her grasp to lead the way up the few steps to the shabby stoop. He fumbled with his keys for a moment, stalling for time. "I've not had time ta remodel all of it, but it looks much better on da inside than on da outside, I assure you." He turned the key and slipped inside but took his time switching on the lights as he set up some illusions. He flipped the light switch and stepped aside to reveal a plush living space with hardwood floors and walls adorned with gold framed paintings. A velvet covered couch was centered beneath one of the larger pictures across from a decorative fireplace. Straight back from the front door, a long, red carpet stretched back to a few closed doors. "Voilà!"