Thank God. He doesn't trust his patience to hold out on that particular topic. Doesn't know what she means by "a world like mine," but for the same reason, he doesn't ask her to explain it.

"I guess." More like, he hasn't bothered packing up what few things he has and moving anywhere else. "Nowhere better to go, and nobody's told me to fuck off yet. And I'm not staying in that apartment, that's for sure." Though he's now aware that his "maid" can show up wherever she likes, at least out here the footing feels more even. It feels like she and by extension Pheme control everything in the "free" apartments.

"Do you?"