Lucien laughs a little and shakes his head. "You needn't, I can manage." But he doesn't make too much of a fuss, regardless, only helping with buttons where Laertes hasn't quite gotten to yet. The room, of course, is not entirely bare, the table is piled with various philosophy books and the pages of writing Lucien has been doing of his friends; but it does indeed give the sense of a boarding-house.