She almost started to argue that she never made rash decisions... But then snorted slightly and ducked her head, shaking it slightly with vague amusement at herself. There was never a time that had been true. To say otherwise would have been a terrible lie. She watched him butter the roll almost curiously. Did he actually have to eat? She'd never even considered it. Probably not. So why play pretend with her?
Catherine nodded at his statement, "I assume I'll have to move my things myself." Such a frivolous use of magic otherwise and honestly, she'd like the work. It was simple, easy and straightforward.
She pressed her lips together, almost ashamed that she'd rebuked the gesture now. But there was one thing she did need to ask him. Catherine slid from the booth and settled against the bar next to him, keeping her gaze on his. "Actually... I was wondering - with the borrowed power. What happens? Side effects or time it takes to fade or anything like that?" Would he always be in her head, more than he was already naturally?