[A wry noise escapes Daan, almost like a chuckle but not quite reaching it.] Breaking into places doesn't seem to count, nor looting. The items and housing provided are considered acceptable. So, you're fine, Marcoh. Just make sure someone isn't already in the house you're trying to break into, hm?

[Daan sets down his own glass to get to work on Marcoh's; it's an old-fashioned, Daan's preference.] There are things I can attribute to possible gods, but maybe I just don't understand it either. [He takes out his phone and holds it up.] This? I could probably have just as easily believed it to be some kind of artifact, but I was taught it was a phone.

[Anyway! He offers the drink to Marcoh.] I realize that's a lot of information I've just been throwing at you. Sit or whatever makes you comfortable. We're not going anywhere for awhile yet, and it's just us in this flat.