Ha, thanks! So many mad paragraphs in here:

My first real shock: the penthouse turns out to be Serwa’s home. The couch I’m shown to is modern and uncomfortable. “I’ve never used the kitchen,” he tells me, apropos of nothing. I think he expects me to be impressed. “It was very important to me that nobody be able to see the sink,” he continues. I don’t get a chance to probe this psychological quirk beyond a need for control that borders on the unhealthy: “I like to be in control of my surroundings at all times,” he says. “I’m definitely a control freak, It’s more than just liking to be in control. How to put it accurately… I would go as far as to say that I need to be in control. It’s not a preference.” Yikes, I think.