"Okay, but I am not tolerating messes," she replies, struggling to keep a straight face of her own as she considers her own clutter. It's a good thing Danielle hadn't seen her room back home for the most part, or she'd have been kicked out from the mess alone - usually after trying to find something clean to wear for work in the morning.

"You better not," she murmurs, her tone more fond than stern, and lightly pokes him in the stomach with her index finger.