Mm. [ Rather indifferently: ] It's a decent enough simulacrum.

[ Uncanny, actually. There's a spot of dented plaster where By, in a fury after some argument with his father, had punched a wall. He'd hoped to put a hole through it, but his ancestral home was far too sturdy for that. His hand, in contrast, had broken quite easily. It's...Well. It puts him on edge. ]

You look angry. Shall I guess - you wish to burn it to the ground? Symbol, as it is, of the old order's decadence.