The entire ride back, Quill was looking over his tape deck, making sure nothing was damaged, that the wires were okay, and that the tape itself was fine. When he'd finally decided all was well, he was looking up and noting the house they were pulling in front of. Whistling, he nodded, "Nice place. Do I get a silk bathrobe with my initials on it? Just kidding, not that sort of place... yet."
Stepping out, he moved in with her and watched her lock the door and set the alarm, causing him to raise a brow, "We expecting company? Ah, right, my mess at the Auction House. But I mean really, it's the soundtrack to my life, and really they started it. I never threw a punch... a kick and a shoulder, but never a punch..."
When she took him on the tour, he wasn't really paying too much attention to anything, and instead followed her advice about taking the shower. He nodded and saluted before stepping off, "Right away Captain Sexy Pants. I'll be back as soon as I no longer smell of meat market." Making his way to his room, he tossed his tape onto the bed, stripped free of his nasty ass clothes, and tossed them into the trash. Then moved for the bathroom itself and into the hot shower, letting it steam around him and wash away the grime and pain of the slave market.