[ his brows raise. ] In your house? [ he almost sounds like he wants to laugh. it's the first thing to make him smile, even if it's mostly at her expense. ]

Sorry, Clarke, but this is my house. [ with an attitude close to how he'd exerted himself back on the ground during the first few days of being on the ground, he looks at her matter-of-factly and confidently says: ] I live here. That's why I'm here. [ his lips curve upward at the corners. ] Not here because it's yours, but that's cute.

[ it's a tangent he'd been hoping for to distract her from focusing on him. ]