He watches her bustle around the room, struggling to hide his amusement. It's...nice, to see clutter in a space this big.

(Even if it emphasizes just how much stuff Dejah owns.)

"Nah. Just us." The last thing either of them need is Edgar shooting overprotective glares Dejah's way while they're trying to talk. "I think the kettle's gotta plug in somewhere, is that gonna work?"