[ Sebastian laughs as he finishes pouring his glass and sets the bottle back down on the small table gently after wiping off the neck. Habitually, he even pauses to refold the serving cloth, and that sort of meticulous care is very much at odds with what he says. ]

Ah, well, one of torment and misery for wicked souls cast down from their Creator’s light. It is a wasteland of fire and ash where no life can thrive, and no happiness can flourish. Very charming, as you can imagine.

[ The sarcasm is clear, but it definitely tilts to a dry humor rather than anything bitter despite the apparent inhospitable nature of his home. With the table properly reset, he gestures down next to Emet-Selch to ask through gesture if he may join him to sit. ]

Though I will say, my particular domain of it was at least slightly better, though that is only because of my preference for order. There is only so much you can do to improve the place, really.