Rose and Terence
"Why would I turn a bunch of spiders loose in my own flat?" Terence asked with a snort. "Just the cold taps, I think. Enough of a shock to teach whoever that falling asleep in my tub isn't a good idea." He smirked slightly because, if he found anybody laying about in his apartment, Terence was definitely kicking them out before he went to bed.
"That's not exactly a word, you know," Terence pointed out, crossing his arms as he turned to face Rose. "But I'll allow it, I'm not often complimented so nicely," he added with a grin. Terence just wondered if Rose was as actually as sweet as she always seemed to be. "If that was actually a compliment, that is," Terence said as he pushed his fingers through his hair again.
"Did something bad happen on Tuesday?" Terence asked with concern, his brows knitting together. He was sure that Astoria would have told him if there'd been any more vandalism at their flat. "I don't want you worrying about the kneazles if there's been more vandalism, Rose," he said as he reached out, placing a hand over Rose's as she played with her bracelet. "If it's something I can take care of, I will," he reassured her.