[Know that he very nearly tells her she better not have any tea dates in his apartment! but thinks better of it at the last second. No, that is too close to admitting his myriad sins. No. Brunch is the only thing happening now.

He follows her to the door, casually considering changing his locks? But he won't, and even he knows this, so that's a non-starter.]

Please. You know I'm referring to the fact that you have your own apartment just next door.

[He will even gesture at it as they head out into the hall, for petty emphasis. Time to argue about this in the elevator...]

Now, if there were some problem with yours that necessitated this, that would be another story. But I think I should have heard about it before now.