Priscilla got the gist of it, but didn't understand the joke. She was frowning. Key certainly seemed like an easy person to get along with. Maybe getting him to help her hadn't been the best idea. He could get hurt so easily if her father found her, and sent people to capture her, to take her away. Key seemed like the kind of person who'd jump right in to try and defend a friend.

"I already said I would pay half the rent." Priscilla glanced at her clothes. "As for the rest, I'm fairly certain I should be the one to do my own laundry." She turned bright red at the thought of Key handling the most intimate of her clothing. When maids did her laundry, it bothered her not a bit, but she really didn't want Key touching her things. For one he was a man ... and she didn't know why else, though there was indeed something just out of reach of her conscious mind.