"Nine tails, but isn't seven a lucky number somewhere?  And technically it's the sixth floor you know; they skip four, something about it being unlucky and dealing with death..." he continued, unfazed, but sighed "Is it that odd though?  You weren't home, your lock was an easy one with my experience and the autopicker, and unlike the empty apartments you had<em>water that was working and hot</em>."<br/><br/>He moved then to stand up, stretching a bit, his tail wagging still, and he looked up at her (he was an inch or two shorter than her).<br/><br/>"Now I know you're upset, but let me remind you: I just lit a man on fire to<em>protect</em>you, pretty sure I damn near killed him.  Give me, oh, three reasons why I would do that if I was here for<em>any</em>reason other than to enjoy a shower and then nuzzle your lovely feminine flesh - which I should say you didn't seem to mind  when I did it, by the way."