As he came a little closer, some of her snakes reached toward him, tongues flicking out. Not touching him, not that close, but clearly interested. For Xanthippe's part, she nodded seriously. "There are consequences. The humans will know them."
Then, slowly, she raised a finger and pointed upward. After pausing a dramatic moment, she broke into a warm smile. "206," she said. "Mine is the room above yours. If you knock on the ceiling, I will hear it."
Lair. A strange phrasing, like something from the old stories. But she'd decided not to ask questions, not yet, so she stayed quiet.