He shook his head with a considerable measure of finality - the sort of stubborn movement that showed someone had already made their mind up and wasn't saying something to be polite, but because that was what was going to happen. 'My house, my rules - you get the bed, I get the couch. You argue and I'll have you weeding the garden - and trust me, you do not want that!'.<br/><br/>There was a warm grin upon Daniels face as he sorted through the menus before reaching over to a small table set to one side of the sofa that had a telephone resting upon it, picking it up and flipping it over in the palm of his hand. 'Yeah that's not a problem. Did you want anything with it to drink - I've got some fresh fruit juice in the fridge, some lemonade if it hasn't gone flat yet, and a couple of cans of beer. If you don't want any of that I can order you something from the takeout place - wine or something?'<br/><br/>He looked down at the two menus that were spread out on his lap once more, taking a note of the phone number for the Sushi place on the flyer. 'Hey don't worry about it - just don't feel you have to do anything special to impress me, or to make up for me letting you stay here. Just relax and unwind ok?'