You're sellin' a lot of stuff here, Jack. Speakin' of which, you got a lot of desk chairs 'round here? I'm lookin' for one. Fugue kinda...broke the chair I practice in back at...er, back at the house I'm staying in.

[He respectfully refrains from mentioning anything to do with Other Father's disappearance, it wouldn't be proper nor would it be helpful to either of them if they were reminded of him being no longer here.

He turns briefly to look over the large...mansion Jack appears to be staying in. A small whistle of appreciation escapes the blond's lips.]

...Nice digs.