Tsume stopped admiring him--she appreciated sleek armor and muscles and black hair under the moonlight as much as any other woman--and paid attention. Flashing him a fast grin, she pulled herself a little bit taller. "Sorry. I don't break in futons covered in that much dust. Too much sneezing. Makes everything else a little awkward." Both hands hung at her side, the fingers of one twirling her kunai absently. "Besides, I wouldn't want Kuromaru to worry."

She took half a step back toward the doorway, glancing around once more. "They aren't big apartments, but we've got the whole building. And there's a kitchenette. So if you're settled, and not about to get lost again..." Backing out a step, she gave him another quick once-over. "You look like you have things handled."