Well honestly, he wanted to get inside where the security cameras and people would not be quietly grinning behind their cups of espresso. He wanted this time, this rare moment of solitude ... to be just the man he had decided he wanted to be in his life, and himself. It was exceedingly rare, when Mycroft was selfish. He was going to soak it for every bit that he could get.

"Ah, that is quite easy." He smiled, and now his gait slowed, he enjoyed Gregory's fingers around his, as theyw walked down the black and white marble hallway to the library. Here, he had his digital projector set up for movies, along with his desk, and thousands upon thousands of books lined up on shelves. There was the giant fireplace he liked to sit at, sipping his scotch and just letting his mind wander, or reading something with a cup of tea.

It was clear that unlike the kitchen, this is where Mycroft spent most of his time when he was here.