"It won't be so wonderful when you're all bones." Gideon commented back teasingly. Pleased to see her digging into her meal he ate his own, content with a dadly job well done. Once he would have been horrified to know he'd be playing the role of fatherly mentor to some in the Order, but since naturally falling into it he'd found that the affection he had for his 'children' far outweighed the terror of age.
He laughed at her nickname for him, leaning in to look closer at her work. "While I'd love to see you try, I think the chance of my beautiful temple falling down on my head is going to stop me from asking." Gideon, of course, had every faith in her skills, but adding a new wing to an ancient and grand building like the Trinity Temple had to be difficult even for the most seasoned architect.
"Offices and workshops? Seems very grand for that purpose." He commented, pointing at the arched windows, but that didn't mean he didn't like it. "Those in the Order with an inflated ego would like it, I'm sure." Gideon didn't name names, but he was confident Seraphina could assume who he meant. "Unless it is for yourself, in which case, pretend I didn't say a word." He winked.
