Jake listened, feeling more and more out of his depth with this woman, this dryad. He wondered how much of her talk was hyperbole. The mention of fucking a football team made him shift with more than a little discomfort. He was feeling like common ground between them was vanishing fast. The voice inside his head was screaming that he really did need his own place before he got eaten alive by this female. No matter how pleasurable that might be.<br/><br/>He smirked a little at the maid-bot, mostly at her name and decided to try it out. "Sure Rosie, a glass of water would be great." He shrugged out from under Nessa's hands couching the gesture in the movement to pull the duffle and laptop bags off his shoulders. "So, um... where can I put these?" His mouth was dry and he felt his insides quivering in a mixture of social anxiety, outright fear and excitement as he noted she didn't correct him about only one bedroom.