Arus nods his head but didn't say much else. Fancy shinnagins? Hell no. He had to live here too. Geez. He didn't mind what it looked like so long as it didn't look up tight. He wanted to be comfortable not feel like he would ruin the house if he even so much as breathed the wrong way. Though if she had wanted that he would have gone along with it. She was a lady after all and needed to feel comfortable. He was used to making the best out of horrible situations. He nodded his head to the growing up part. Blinking a bit and paled. He could affect her social standing? He wanted to be friends with her but not if it cost her...social standing. He didn't have any social standing. He was barely above begger. Mostly due to his own doings because he gave away to charities helping people in situations like his or worse to survive but before that it had been because of the cards he was dealt in life. Sighing a bit. "I think if I had to chose which of your parents to like more it would be your father. Not that it matters. I like their daughter's presence...thats you...more than I think I would ever like either of them." He was being truthful but what he said made his cheeks flare red.<br/><br/>He looked at her and blinked a bit. "Well that stinks. He'll find out I have two parents who are evil as hell. Made me live worse than a begger. Tried to kill me. Its all in the newspaper how many times they put me in the hospital because of child abuse." He hangs his head. "This is going to be a nightmare." He says softly. He blinked a bit. "Do my room? Beds? Furniture? I chose?" he echoes. This was all foreign concepts as he had never had a choice in such big decisions that it was beginning to make his head spin. "I can play the piano for you. I was playing when you first arrived. It is how I got a scholarship to here...they say I'm better than Motzart, Beethoven, and Bach combined." He says softly. Blushing faintly. He sits back and puts a hand to his head. "What do I think?" He grimaces and buries his head in his hands. "I think I my head is spinning. My head hurts from trying to keep up with it all." He groaned a bit and shook his head. "This is all just too much. It just feels surreal."<br/><br/>He sighed a bit and looked up at her. Taking care of the extra food and puts it away. Putting the remaining bread in ziplocs. He looked at her. "This is all rather Cinderellaish to me." he says softly.