[Jezebel shrugs when Ianchus apologizes, glancing at the house as we wanders in.] It's fine, really.

[Honestly, his own place is probably just as bad, though mostly full of weird chemicals and books more than food.

When they walk into his bedroom, Jezebel glances over Ianchus' bedroom and takes a quick look over it, grinning slightly at the armor and sword decorating the scene. When he turns to look at Ianchus, he seems to be at ease, though he keeps his eyes focused on Ianchus.]

How would you like to do this? I'll admit, I've never done this for someone's enjoyment before.