"Oh I think you know what I mean." She was too focused on what she had to say to worry about what he was doing, though it was probably wise that he closed his account book. That was the last place Delia needed to be poking around. "There is a woman in this house with ideas in her head, she said you enjoyed 'consorting' with her so much you've decided to move her in here to be your own personal, live-in whore." she meant whore in the sense of an insult, she did not know of Viv's former profession, but she did think that whore suited her.
"Have you lost your mind? You can't keep her here, she'll do nothing but rob us and break your heart." The disapproval and dislike very clear in her voice. "And you know she's made herself right at home here, the other day I caught her in your room, splayed out across your bed. Though I suppose that her place is in your bed, isn't it."
A disgusted sigh passed her lips. "Damnation, Papa, just because she's a good fuck doesn't mean you have to bring her home."