"Not at all." One's mess was one's own business, which was why Anton didn't often actively clean occupied rooms save changing the sheets and replacing the complementary consumables. If he was asked to do so, certainly, but not as a matter of course.

He stepped in and took in the whole room with a glance around before his gaze landed on Nelo. For a moment Anton regarded him, noting the differences. "Dante implied there was something amiss with your memory," he said at last. "Has that situation now been remedied?"

It had also been obvious there was something more to it than that, but Anton hadn't pried. Still, the differences were very nearly acute.