[ 'Not their style', the other man says, like he knows, and it surprises Konstantin a little. He must be more aware of things than he'd initially realised — and he pauses, considers his own thoughts very carefully.

He's just as careful as he lets his gaze travel around the room, innocuous, lingering on random areas of the space as though innocently observing them. ]

Well, then. They could've provided more hospitable things for my guest, while you're here. There's hardly anything for me to offer you. [ He keeps looking around as though he's searching for something he can offer to the other man, before lifting a hand and giving a sigh. ]

And no decoration, either. Not even a single painting on these walls.

[ That remark is the segue for Konstantin to be able to look at said walls, turning his head purposefully around the room. It means that when he looks to the large square of black glass near them, the one he knows they are being observed from, hopefully it won't draw any odd attention. And when he's turning his head back to Vasiliy, he's giving him a stare all of a sudden to catch his gaze and hold it, before allowing a quick wink. Hopefully it's conveyed something important to him about that particular wall, that he'll understand. We're being watched. Perhaps that fact was always obvious, but Konstantin needs to make sure they both understand. It's of utmost importance. ]