"Mostly fill it with old things that no one really wants and force the next generation to pretend to care." There's a reason Harry's parents are trying to outlive him and it's not just the title part of the inheritance. "And then have to either hire staff to dust it or let it get completely filthy."

He looks at Eggsy with a slightly indulgent smile. Eggsy is not subtle, whatever he thinks about it, but Harry also knows Eggsy is very eager to please, prone to making bad, spur of the moment decisions and has father figure and authority issues that have taken near twenty years to build up to this.

And he's his mentor.

He should not do exactly what he does, which is go to his own room and open the door, gesturing Eggsy in ahead of him.

Harry's bedroom is expensive, luxurious and comfortable, just what a quietly hedonistic spy can enjoy. There's rich, deep greens and blues and tones of gold for highlight, the furniture is all heavy, dark wood and there's probably a few more mirrors than any one person should rightly need outside of a tailor's shop.

There's also no insects. There's not a lot of decoration for the sake of decoration at all.

"That door is the ensuite, and there's actually three separate caches hidden just in this room."