I forget, I suppose, that this time is so removed from my own. If it is really your wish to find a new home, Miss Harris, I would be honored if you would care to take a look at my lodgings.
And no, no homicide. Investigations thereof, but none of the actual act. Unless the bastard returns.
[ooc: He's not sure how he feels about having a single (non-white; damn his time period!) mother living with him, for how it will look. But really, he'll take whatever pleasant company he can get, at this point.]