The delight in Sam's expression warms him in ways that he would not have anticipated and Gadreel keeps easy pace with his new husband as he's led into his chambers. The room is utilitarian, few signs of warmth or anything beyond an Alpha who was clearly dedicated to his work. He moves through the room freely, pausing to examine the spine of a book or gently run his hand along the back of a chair. Yes. He could find solace and contentment in rooms like this with Sam if things continue the way that they have.

"I am sure Gabriel could assist with that. My sense of style, according to him, can be a bit lacking." The small smile that follows seems to speak to the fact that his cousin favors far more colorful language. "But thank you."