She huffed a little, her annoyance fading into amusement. "At which point you'd either drive me mad, or I'd begin to feel guilty for monopolizing your time." She really had begun to think that was perhaps why he hadn't asked her to move in, or- anything else, really. He didn't want her in his space on a constant basis. It was an upsetting thought, and one she didn't let herself dwell on often. "Or I'd drive you mad, perhaps, what with my constant attempts to wear you out," she teased.