"Oh so rope isn't a problem?" He said as he pushed the door open and stepped in, sliding to the side as he slid his shoes off. "Shoes go by the door." He said as Lyrin got a good look into Billy's home, it was naturally spacious, in the foyer, burnished wood floors that were covered by soft rugs, the walls were a gentle cream color that popped, decorative works, from probably abstract arts were hung up, a mirror that was large and silver edged was by the door, perhaps for last looks. A set of doors were on each side of the hall, with a stair way upwards for the next floor up. Some thing rattled about faintly , jingling like a faint bell.