Letting people who aren't Magnus see their room always feels a little strange, like opening the door on some secret, fragile part of himself and Claudius together -- but he knows the space is neat and organized, which he thinks she'll approve of, and there's nothing to see except a space that two people have made a home in together. He's proud of that; he doesn't mind if she sees it.

He puts the bottle of wine down on Claudius' desk, and the little rug on his side of the bed, where his feet can touch it in the morning when he gets up.