"Yeah," Harry acknowledged. "I think I could fit my old apartment in the living room." There was only a faint touch of remorse. Harry had liked his old basement apartment. It had been old, cramped, and perpetually chilly, but it had also been his home. Safe (most of the time), and comfortable.
At least here, the water heater was outside, on Phaedra's side of the house. Which meant the vampiress was able to maintain hot showers. Harry's shower had only a 50/50 chance of heat, but that was fine by him. He was used to cold showers.
Then the man, the Doctor, said his name. Harry shifted slightly, widening his stance for better balance and skipping a bit of will to his shield bracelet. He tilted his head. "What girl?"