"You've got the windows and doors armed; arming the rooms on top of that is just being a dick." Seifer commented as he stepped back and leaned his hip against the edge of the desk, one arm crossed while he took a puff with the other and looked every part like he belong there regardless of his protesting other wise. He only knew that the doors into the house and windows were armed because he'd already set off those alarms on the first day. He knew where he stood there and how little of an option that was. "And you being rabidly paranoid doesn't exactly inspire trust, so this ain't all my fault either."
He did muse for a moment about the property though. To own a shop had never been high on his list but he could see the appeal to some, but there were risks to that and unless you had something no one else had going on, they were high risks. "I'd rent. Less lose in the long run and someone's always got a dream that needs space, but what do I know." He commented with a shrug before he turned to show himself out of the office, "I don't know shit about property management. Thanks for the light, Cat. Nice ass, too."