"Lived out of suitcases and hotel rooms, or tents and backpacks, for so long I'm still sort of getting used to having spaces of my own again. I'm still away a lot, but more and more I'm finding I like the idea of somewhere to come home to that's got my own touch to it."
Rich nodded and reached into an inside jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet, careful not to flash his shoulder holster. He counted out several bills, thought for a few seconds, then counted out a few more and offered them to Genie. "Half down, and a little more to get you started on this room. Fair enough? Let me know when you've a firm price and I'll make up the balance."
His smile grew a little more cheeky. "Well that's a date then. Make an evening of it? Dinner too? I'm a pretty fair cook."