Nothing of the sort. [Hubert directs her towards a coat rack near the door with a wave of his hand. After Nico's estimation of him, he'd started to worry he'd overestimated her age.] I'd would be surprised to meet any mercenary claiming to be thirty that looks as you do.

[Granted, what mercenary life looks like in Fódlan probably differs from... whatever Nico's world is like, but Hubert felt safe in assuming it wasn't an easy life.]

[A glass habitat indeed sits beside the hearth, presumably with the aforementioned snake, judging by the little ball of black and white scales basking in the low heat. Even with the nearby fire, winter still wasn't kind to the cold-blooded creature. Hubert wanders through the sitting room to the kitchen.]

Please, make yourself comfortable.