The living room is huge, with a simply enormous television, large squashy armchairs, a coffee table and one wall is practically all glass, with French windows that open out onto the patio and the swimming pool beyond. It's all extremely comfortable, rather than sterile and elegant. He looks around appreciatively, then notices something odd about the two steps at the back of the room. They're wooden and lead up to a door that opens back out onto the hallway...but there are marks on the sides of them...

He grins and walks over, flips a catch and lifts them. He's got hidden places in all his houses, and they're common enough anyway - people keeping their wine cellars out of view, or having secure places for their valuables. He heads down the stairs and laughs out loud - there's a bar and a snooker table, a huge sound system, more seats...people obviously come here to party at times. He approves.