"My stories are very rarely entirely straight." He grinned. "That would just be boring."
He waited for her to unlock the door and then kicked his shoes off in the hall before walking into the front room. He gestured widely at the small traditional Japanese-style room. "Here it is. Chez de la Sohma." He was not terribly wonderful at foreign languages. Somehow he had been granted fluent English when he arrived in that vortex, but others still eluded him.