It was an odd feeling, being told that you were someone's home in a non-metaphorical way. She wasn't so much flattered as she was charmed, but Asteria was very acutely aware of her nephew's unnatural ability to be endearing, even in the midst of being wildly annoying. Thankfully, right now he was only being the former.
Her fingers reached out and patted the back of his hand lightly. "I might," she granted, voice quiet. "But I also believe that you're a shameless charmer," she continued, "and in that, you have much better things to do than bother your aunt, home or no." Asteria scrutinized him for a moment, frowning when she determined that he didn't look quite right. She took his hand, squeezing it once.
"You look ill." Perhaps stating the obvious. "Did something happen to you?"