"Sure, there's a hook." If she'll let him, Sebastian will take her coat and hang it up while Velcro feels that it's his duty to snuffle at her wet boots and investigate any snow that might have been tracked into the apartment.

"I was really lucky to find it." He wouldn't describe the flat as 'small' or something as pretentious as 'bijoux'; instead, it's 'contained'. It's also easily defensible and well warded against magical intrusion. "I hope you like eggs?"