Uriel listened, then gave consideration, then nodded. "Yes, that sounds excellent," he said. He was well off, but he wasn't wealthy on his own. His family was. He was waiting for the day he got disowned, not that he had any foibles about it. He glanced back toward the door of the house, wondering if the boy was putting his ear to the door. He guessed he couldn't blame him, if he was in Noah's shoes, he would do the same thing. "I'll get a second bed built for his brother," he said loudly enough so Noah could overhear that part, let him think it had something to do with extra beds and such.