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Archon sprawls among the silky sofa cushions, all long limbs akimbo with a clear blue Ul'dahn skyline visible out the verandah, and Gaius feels incredibly out of place. Not the verandah, they had those in Garlemald. The opulence? No, not that, either. Perhaps the... The openness, the ease with which the other man tosses an arm over his eyes, completely defenseless, as if such a man could ever truly be called so.
"You're still wearing your coat." Archon interrupts his reverie, one green eye cracked open and visible under his arm. "You don't need an invitation to take it off." The corner of his lips pull up in an impish smile. "It's far too hot for that. Take a seat. Water, tea? Something stronger? I think I even have ice, if you like."
Gaius obliges and slips out of his jacket, folding it over his arm instead as he settles on the edge of the nearest (straight-backed, wooden) chair. "Is ice an uncommon occurrence in Ul'dah, then?"
The man is formal to a fault, and apparently has the terrible sense to choose the least comfortable chair in the room, the one Archon maneuvers people into when he'd really they rather leave instead. Archon takes pity on him and rolls off the couch, taking his jacket and hanging it on a hook. It's probably a hook for jackets. Or at least not one so very unlike a hook for jackets as Gaius would be able to tell. He did notice Gaius didn't answer the question. "As with most things in Ul'dah, it depends on your pocketbook. And if you have something for keeping ice in. I believe in Garlemald you call it the outside, but here we need a special box. Maybe some ice sprites if you're very rich. I've been trying to egg Nero into making me something that'll keep things cold for half a year now but he hasn't taken the bait yet. Come."