"Yeah, but then I'd have to tell people where I lived and before you know it, I'd end up with a bunch of Weirdies staked out on my doorstep and we both know how that would end up. Either with me in jail for getting laid by a minor, or having to move. And I like that house. I don't want to move." Gideon grinned and waved a bite of beef at Heath. "Admit it. My house has character."