[Those are fairly simple ones. Well, for the first she imagines she'll continue to hold his whoopee cushion hostage until it's time to leave, but otherwise that's straightforward. Almost too much so. She can't help but think it really would have been better if he'd be kicking her out at a set time.

That he isn't makes her nervous, but she doesn't let that show on her face either. Just raises an eyebrow with a look of amusement.]

Capito. [He talks more like a weird New Yorker than an Italian, but she can't help but add that.] And I'd like to reverse negotiate that last condition for myself, as well.

[She actually doesn't plan on sleeping (good luck with that, Rin), but it would be odd to accept these terms without the pretense of having conditions of her own. Gathering her things under her arms, she moves out from under the stairs, carefully stepping around the flowers.]

I also don't want that little trash tornado of yours anywhere near where I'm sleeping.