Thankful Perry picked up her subtle queues, well who knows if they were actually subtle. L’aire turned her head slowly, her eyes were a little wider than normal. She pursed her lips momentarily in a hushed voice. “Um. Uh… no. I could um. explain in the car or later or something.”

“It feels so… confined.” Subconsciously, the Dancer’s shoulders were slowly rolling in a manner when someone is trying to shrug something away. “I feel as if things wouldn’t flow. Sort of off kilter. And just… yeah… not going to work.”

The Winter had a feeling the overpriced thing was just a cover he was about to use for the realtor. Which was fine, he was the expert when it came to lying. Well, she didn’t think he was a liar. It was honest, but maybe just something to offset the truth beneath it. “Yeah, that’d work as a reason. The price.”