"Still," she hopped off the counter and opened his fridge for some milk, "it's impolite to just crash another woman's house. And I don't want to get Ruin angry at me." Rolling her eyes she poured herself some milk. "It's not serious. You know that. I can't get serious. They get too hopeful and then things go bad for them."
She smiled, "must be nice. Some days I wish I could marry, just to see. But I'd probably tire of being owned fairly quick. Free bird, etc."