House number six of the day sits high on a hillside, sunlight spilling over its pristine white façade and endless glass windows.

It overlooks the sea in a way that would make most people gasp, but Xander stands with his arms crossed, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, staring at the villa like it insulted him personally.

You wait, because you can practically feel him preparing a reason.

“…Too pretty,” he declares finally, shaking his head.

You blink. “Too- What?”

He doesn’t answer, instead he just waves toward two neighbouring houses, a scowl on his face. “That one? Too symmetrical. And that one? Too much marble.”