Stefan shook his head with a small sigh. "I can't just move there, because it's technically the band's. If I said anything about it, you know what my dad would do? I mean, other than the usual flip the hell out, he'd probably offer to buy me a house and get me a job. It's like he WANTS to hold my hand and babystep me through life. I like having time to myself, but not at the cost of my independence." He squeezed her feet a little tighter and continued massaging. "Trust me, if you know a dog that can tolerate me, I'll be surprised. Every dog I've ever met has tucked their tails between their legs and ran off. I'm personally responsible for several disappeared canine companions."