"Good to know," Dan chuckled, backs of his fingers brushing along Bill's cheek before he let go, and put his hands back to himself for now. "But, um - I guess the place could use some work?"
He glanced around, noting the nooks and crannies, the odds and ends - there were probably drafts coming in by the windows, creaky floorboards, jiggly doorknobs, that sort of thing. Basically he'd just picked this house because it was empty, and he'd lived in worse places.
Homeless too, once upon a time. When the bus was the only warm place to sneak in a nap, and he'd been thrilled to find enough change to buy something at McDonald's, because only paying customers could use the bathroom. So yeah, an empty house was like a five-star hotel.
"It won't make you tired or anything, right?" He wasn't sure how that went.