“Well, yes,” he allowed, tipping his head to one side in assent. “On the surface, it is a simple trick, but there is more to it. The research took some time.”
They were walking into his neighbourhood now, a street with houses in varying styles, but all matching the upscale neighbourhood and hinting at its price range. Dalton's was at the end of the street, a mansion done in French styles, it's mansard roof quite eye-catching in the neighbourhood. He'd heard it called neo-French, but Dalton had little understanding of architectural styles. It only mattered how well it suited him, and it was very spacious for a single man. He enjoyed the space, well used to it.