And how Stas was enjoying the view.

"There is a charm for magnifying sound," he suggested idly. He flicked his fingers toward the floor and recited the charm, one of the few that managed to stick in his head. It would work a bit like a funnel, channeling the sound up to his room, though it wouldn't sound any louder to those below.

He settled back down into his chair and sipped idly at his scotch.