"Good evening," she said, flushing a bit and pulling her feet in. "I'm not in the way, am I? I hope you don't mind me making myself at home."

Perhaps it was rude to sprawl out on his couch, getting dust from old books on his carpeting. The couch was ... homey in a way that implied he wasn't quite so rigorous about cleaning, but then, it was his apartment. That didn't necessarily mean that he appreciated guests putting their feet up and making a mess.