Harry stopped cold and only Faelan's reflexes kept them from colliding. It took him a few moments to understand what Faelan was really asking, the very idea being completely foreign to Harry.
"No," he said slowly, facing Faelan and watching him carefully. "I would never leave the Loft. It's our home. I might work here, yeah, but- no. No. Why would you think that?"
His heart started pounding erratically. If Faelan wanted Haven's Loft to himself, Harry knew he wouldn't deny his charge anything, even though it would set Harry completely adrift.