Jaren looked at her. He blinked as it just registered the type of place she was in. The type of neighborhood she was in. He shook his head. "This won't do. I can't let you live in this place. In this neighborhood. Tomorrow we go apartment hunting." he said seriously. "It is dishonorable to allow someone you know to live in a dangerous neighborhood. Especially a pregnant woman. I must treat all friends of mine with honor and respect." he said seriously. Then smiled at her hearing her comment. He started putting stuff away when she spoke. He looked at her. Smiling a bit. "Yes. Yes I would. We are friends. It does not matter the length of time you have known a friend. Merely the way you treat them. I will always treat you with respect and honor." He looked at her and resumed working on the food. Once it was all put away he walked over to her. "It is no trouble." he said with a smile. Getting down on her knees and took off her shoes and socks. "You need to stop waitressing right now. I have a solution to how you can make money, feel you earned the money for the rent of your apartment, and help me out." He said. He began to slowly knead her right ankle with the tips of his fingers. Gentle pressure while treating her with tender care. "One of the businesses I have is a fashion line. I have been thinking for some time about developing a maturnity line." He looked up at her. "If you help me with designing this line and giving your opinion on designs and things you will be earning money. Yet keeping off your feet and taking it easy. A solution to both issues...yes? We will go apartment hunting first thing in the morning. I will pick you up at eight." He thought it a perfect solution to her problems.