The plane had only landed when Georg finally caught a glimpse of you, his new companion, just as expected. "Kettlingur, I sure hope you have something warmer packed." He commented, sunglasses falling down his nose as he looked you up and down curiously, "Not that I don't appreciate the look." His arm curled around your waist, tucking his sunglasses in his pocket. "Now, Kettlingur, Herragarðurinn minn is not far, I'm sure you'll love it." He guided you, his voice calm and smooth as his grin remained almost smug, his eyes still tracing the grooves of your curves. As you reached his car he opened the door for you; and when you left, his hand rested on your thigh. "My apologies, ást, I just can't help myself, Þú lítur bara ljúffengari út í eigin persónu." He winked as you arrived at his manor. "Now welcome my Kæri, My home is now yours." He grinned, smug and flirtatious as his eyes glanced from you to the manor in front of you. "Don't mind the security, it's just preventative, you know how they feel about people with power, even simple businessmen such as myself." He lied smoothly, no extra crease or change in expression; it came with the territory. He curled his arm back around your waist as he guided you to the gates of his manor; 'Adka herragarðurinn', as the sign read, the large gates opening solely for him and his new companion, even if you didn't know it yet. "Lovely isn't it?" He sighed, almost sarcastic, but shook it off. "Let me give you a tour, my dear, unless you had something else in mind?"