She quickly grew bored with the awkward tension in the air. This was not amusing; she didn't know what to do with another person in the house. So, she'd switch to the mischievous side of her. In a smooth, lilted voice she leaned against the wall and inquired innocently, "Soo... what should we address first, ground rules?" She then slid behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder and grinning at him devilishly. He was just a couple inches taller than she was. One pale hand on her shoulder, she stepped out from behind him, now leaning against his side.
He was definitely the thinking type. She could tell, though, he was anticipating what she was going for. Oh, now, that wouldn't do, she'd have to draw him out, lull him into a fake sense of security. "First thing," she said in a more innocent tone, though her accent was as thick as usual, "my room: off-limits unless I invite cha in." She started to lead him back downstairs, staring down at the floor as she took it one step at a time. "Two: while obedience is something everyyyyone likes, I promise I'm not the whipping type," she added with a sweet smile up at him as they reached the first floor. "Third? I'd prefer no escape attempts. A little back-talk is always welcome. I hate the silent types. I'm a conversation person, debater, call it what you like," she said boredly, slipping into the living room. "I always like to hear opinions, I don't offend easily. I just like to keep it clean, it gets too rough if I have to show you there's no use running..." Rolling her eyes, she pushed her curly bangs out of her face.