"I wouldn't have grown exasperated!" She immediately protests, earning a glance from a stranger as they turn off the stairs onto his corridor. "Mercy, Evan, I had a good enough handle on your personality by the time I'd known you for several weeks. I like gentler lovers; it's nice to have someone to cherish and to be mindful of. I only argue when I'm with people as fiery as I am."

She frowns fiercely for a moment and then shrugs, dismissing her own annoyance, for in truth she would rather have a flirting friendship than to risk everything going sour. She points ahead of them as they turn onto his corridor.

"Your door is the third on the left... but do you have a key?" That's a far more pressing concern than debating her theoretical romantic life with someone old enough to be her grandfather's grandfather.