[The furniture and art are setting pieces. They came with the suite and he didn't think he'd be staying long enough to make any effort to change them. A sofa was a sofa, wasn't it? And 'long enough' was a perspective thing, since in his mind, five to ten years was barely a blip, so no reason to set down roots. He'd liked the showcase furniture when he'd been digitally perusing the place, and he'd agreed to the added sum to keep it. So the decor wouldn't give much of a glimpse into him as a person.

It was all clean, though. He liked to keep his things in order, and while they weren't technically his to take pride in, he liked his space to be in good taste. And during large spurts of him needing to be called into the hospital to lend a hand, he had hired help that he could reach out to. He was a prince, after all. Far, far, far down the royal line, but it was there, and he couldn't escape it anymore than he could escape the need to fix what was broken when he came across it.]

Your preference for high sodium foods isn't helping your iron intake. Nor will it keep that exceptional body in shape forever.

[He takes a savouring sip himself, then grins at the question.]

You live a stone's throw from the green isle and you don't know gaelic? Ow. That stings. Cheers, my darling. Sláinte is the cheers part. You're likely familiar enough with that, aye?