He quirked an eyebrow in response to her first answer, that it wasn't a bribe. The lie wasn't convincing at all, and her tacked on sentiment at the end confirmed it. Still, if she was going to insist on it, he might take it later, but not before he helped her.

When she moved deeper inside the apartment and left the door open for him, he stepped inside and made ready to follow her... before stopping, making sure to wipe his feet on the mat first. He didn't think his feet were that dirty, but just one look at the place screamed opulence and the last thing he needed was to be accused of tracking dirt into the place. Her apartment was unlike anything he'd ever seen, heck, anything he ever dared to dream of. But it somehow felt... cold. Alien. Maybe being in presence of such wealth was just uncomfortable for him... and the paintings on the walls alone might be worth more than his father made in a year.

Some people were just born wealthy, and perhaps lucky, it seemed. But the feeling of coldness around here still... never left.

Once in the kitchen, he merely waited for Rozalin to do what needed to be done. She couldn't be that helpless, right? Her reaction to the pizza upon looking at it troubled him a bit, though. It should've been fine...

"Something wrong?"