Cecilia smiled warmly as she curled up in her chair, feeling strangely... good. Practically warm and fuzzy. It was strange, but in no way unpleasant. "You say that a lot," she pointed out. "Anything I want, whatever I want, however long I want. You get an opinion, too," she said, that last bit lightly teasing. "I might start getting clingy on you. Cramping your style. You might have to kick me out once in a while. Because I always want to be with you. It's a real problem."