He forced himself not to flinch as she leaned forward. He put one hand on the ladder to steady it and put the other hand on the base of the mirror. She was determined, that he could tell and he couldn't decide whether he was amused or just really impressed.
"Ah, but in a novel the only real control is with the author... In our building, we have no author--that I know about. So, control is going to be a complicated issue--what if our landlord already has more than we like to think?"