"Yeah yeah." Rupert waved off. "Of course I don't mind. You're the one person I'd rather live with." She like Lucy, liked him for him. He didn't have to try to be TOO american. He could be him.
"Yeah, I'm a survivalist." Which was true. He at many times had to live in the wilderness for days at a time. Living off the elements, and the land. It was hard thing to do at times. Though he was doing well. "Yeah, you could. Pick a place, I'll do my best to leave you be." He winked lightly.
His main point was to watch her reactions, and she seemed very pleased about what she was seeing. He flushed lightly, as she looked into his room. Though the red disappeared just as fast. "Yeah, that fat fucker." He snarled following into the clear room. "I'm glad you like it." With a smile he looked about. "Since, all you have is your bags..." He pondered lightly. "You can sleep in my room, I'll crash on the couch." With a chuckle, he moved into the hallway, towards his room. "I'll clean up a little." Then he was in his room, kicking his downed clothes towards the closet.