It is nice, isn't it? I sh, shall need to show you about... when the sun is out! The garden. My garden! It's spectacular. And I am making it better each day- [Viren is luck that Everett's the sort to get a third and forth wind. After just the moment of rest, he pulls himself up onto the arm of the lounge, resting more upright and leaned in closer to Viren's chair so they can keep talking.

And he did quite lose all focus. He reaches to his jacket again, pulling out his cigarette case, matches, and watch. After that, he takes the whole of the coat off and tosses it casually over the back of the couch to be more comfortable. Kicking his shoes off, he is flipping through the watch... password protected, he has a picture to share with the man.

He's kicking his boots off, in the meanwhile, it's all very casual in this state of intoxication]

Take off your shoes, m'lord! Live as us mere aristocrats do. [he jokes, because it's not like he's some peasant, either, but compared to someone in line for a throne, well... he's never been that important. He also appears to be waiting for the man to oblige in this display of settling in, not offering his watch just yet]