Finally, finally, she released her grip on him. Which meant Crowley was free. Free to wander off and do as he pleased. Miss Bellaforte was at the door of the cottage, then moving inside and he thought that now was the perfect chance for his escape. He could do it guiltlessly. She'd found a home now, one obviously meant for her if the nameplate had meant anything at all. She didn't need to cling to him.
But, just as he was about to turn and take his leave, she was looking at him again with that altogether helpless look on her face. A look that was asking him if it was alright to claim this property as her own.
Frankly, he saw no problem with that whatsoever. It had her name on it. Why was she even questioning it? He hadn't questioned the presence of his flat, not when it was so much more practical to question why he was in this City in the first place. Once he learned that it would provide everything he needed, he stopped questioning altogether. Obviously Miss Bellaforte had not yet come to such a conclusion. She'd not been in the City long at all.
He nodded, not saying a thing, but confirming her question all the same. Then he turned to walk away. She'd found home now, there was no need for him to coddle her any longer. It wasn't his style at any rate.