At first he smiles and nods along with what she says. A home. With him.

That doesn't last, however. He's midway through inhaling to tell her that she can, of course, have friends over, when she names names. His face drops. "Blaze?" He sits up, pulling back so that one of his hands can rub his leg. "I don't... think that's wise. Of course I don't mind you having friends over, but... Blaze doesn't..." How to phrase this. "She doesn't... like me very much."