"So!" Cedric stood next to Magnus in the entry hall of the palace and looked around at the architecture and design. Cedric agreed that yes, this was what one would call a palace.
Most Americans didn't understand the concept of a castle. 50 years was still ancient by their count. In their mind the white house was a fortress. Please, that's a villa.
But Magnus was clearly a man from the old lands, a man with some taste.
"As a 'uman I'm pretty jetlag'd you'll understand I'm sure. So if ye don't mind I'll hit the hay soon and we discuss politics in t'morrow." He looked at Magnus. "Say, I was wondrin'.. I was told ye fenced off all of Alaska as a reserve fer werewolves. That true or rumor?"
Small talk to cool Cerdric's nerves. Anything to keep the mind of Magnus off his blood.