You brought pastries. [Magnus actually puts a be-ringed hand to his heart as he takes the bag in the other hand and steps back to usher Reid into his humble abode. It's luxurious, even if all the luxury is crammed into a space maybe three-quarters the size it ought to be to accommodate this much. Still, the walls are a cozy red, the gold ceiling reflects the light across the room, fabric drapes hide the corners of the ceiling, the couches are covered in embroidered pillows and throws, there's a small wrought iron chandelier.]

Home sweet home, such as it is. Sit wherever you like, or the bookshelves are over there. [He gives Reid a quick, assessing once-over, then smiles and starts for the kitchen.] The ones on the top shelf are the oldest, but feel free. What kind of tea would you like? Or would you prefer something else? I normally offer cocktails, but if this is going to be a consultation, cocktails can wait.