Harlow raised her eyebrows at him slightly. "What, you don't like Saturdays?" She asked teasingly, setting her cup back down on the table and glancing at the news. She looked lightly over at the crutches, cracking her knuckles quietly.

He glared over at her. "No, every Saturday I get to visit my little sister." He was mildly upset he had no pictures on him. "If I don't show they'll probably assume I'm dead." He was actually fine with that, but he did want to see his sister.

"Oh." Harlow muttered, looking over at him with a slightly apologetic expression. "...I can try and get you there." She swallowed, speaking hesitantly. She wasn't supposed to. Not in the slightest. But he was so cooperative, he deserved it. At least, that was the reasoning she told herself.

He gave her a faint smile. "You don't have to, you'll probably get in trouble." He snickered quietly. He looked up, finding a clock somewhere. It was still a ways away so he didn't need to be anxious quite yet. "Speaking of getting in trouble, when am I going to be interrogated or something? Were they hoping living with you would be so torturous I'd spill?" He glanced over, slyly grinning.

"Probably. But still, if it's important enough, I can work my magic." Harlow shrugged, a strange wave of guilt washing over her. It wasn't her fault he was stuck here. Right? She chewed her lip in thought, staring blankly at the TV when his words brought her back to reality. She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. "Maybe. I dunno, it really depends. Do you want to be interrogated?" She asked sarcastically, cocking an eyebrow at him in a challenging way.

He smiled. "We'll see how magical you can get." He seemed as if he'd forgiven her, but really he hadn't ever blamed her. He was perfectly fine with where he was. He looked over at her, the look on her face worried him slightly. He tilted his chin up. "I'm just wondering about the impending doom." He glared, a slight smirk.

"Extremely magical." Harlow confirmed playfully, offering him a mock-innocent smile. "As soon as you annoy me enough I'll show you the basement and interrogate you then, but right now you're pretty safe.

He leaned his head back on the couch, turning slightly toward her, his eyes a little wide. "Your house has a basement? Awesome." He picked his head back up, fighting to not smile like an idiot. The threat of HER interrogating him was probably the most unnerved he'd been about a threat in a while.

"It does. And it depends on your definition of awesome." Harlow shrugged nonchalantly, figuring she would let him imagine the horrible things down there. In all honesty the worst thing she had down there was a few knives... that were rusty. "Don't be scared. You're more of a lovable housecat right now rather than a nuisance, but be careful." She warned teasingly.

"Anything can be awesome if you're dumb enough." He wiggled an eyebrow, teasing. He was mostly envisioning ..more unconventional tactics probably. "I don't think Ian likes cats." He grinned over at her, finding the whole situation way more amusing than was probably normal.