He waved a hand dismissively. "Irrelevant," he said.
They'd reached the steps to the apartment building by this point, and he went up easily, pushing the door back as he went through so it would stay open the few extra seconds she'd need to get in behind him. He took the stairs--his apartment was only on the second floor, so what was the point of taking the elevator?
He unlocked the door and went in, flicking the lights on. It was a small place, but just the right size for one person, two at most. It was well furnished, not quite sloppy and not quite clean.