He listened quietly, nodding now and then to show that he was paying attention. He knew what it was like to feel like a place was yours, even if it really wasn't, because you were there so often. He'd felt that way sometimes with the studio, going down to record music. If something had happened to it or someone tried to bulldoze it, say, he would've fought them on it. Not physically, but still.

"Mmmmm. So did you manage to get rid of the monsters?" He was really trying not to pelt her with questions, but.