Roman smiled. "You know you don't really have to do that, right? Wave a hand, cast a spell, leave it dirty, hire a maid so we help the economy. I don't give a shit. We only need to keep this cover when there are other people around. Otherwise, they can all fuck off with these idea. Hell, I don't think my mother has ever dusted anything in her life and she was born in the early 19th century."
He pushed off from the wall and walked inside. "Do you have any spells that would make people less curious? Or can you make people see you as a man? I can make people leave us alone easy enough. I haven't tried it since coming here, but I know my mesmerization has gotten better. If we stick together, I can convince people that you are a man. I don't think we'll screw it up, though. We walk around the warehouse district, see if we find something and if we do, we come back and report it. We don't go in without the others."
There was something else he'd been thinking about it. "We also have extra bedrooms. Maybe we should invite some of the people that are staying at the store. They can't possibly have a lot of room."