[He lets her have her pick of the closet without protest - it's a lot of non-distinct band tees and leather, and he lights up a cigarette from the nightstand to occupy himself with until she's turned around. Then, of course, he snorts. He has indeed become used to that over the years, however...]

Rooms in the manor are currently in a state of repair, so they're doubling us up. Tripling, in some rooms. It seems you're the lucky one paired with me for the next little while.

[He gestures with his hand holding the cigarette, smoke floating upward.]

I'm Sullivan. Feel free to keep making yourself at home.