Balthazar looks around, a little awed by the clear efforts Horvath has made at augmenting an odd choice of living space. It's not quite glamorous, but it's very him, in a way Balthazar can't quite put a finger on.

Obediently, he plops onto the chaise lounge when told, then attempts to shrug off his jacket awkwardly. "I'll...replace the herbs later. I just ran out."