You took a second drag of his cigarette as his eyes roamed over the newspaper. A while later the door of his house opened. He groaned and put the newspaper aside leaning back on the sofa "no. I will not let you stay rent-free." He already knew the reason you came. He can tell. "Don't plead with me, don't beg, don't even talk about it young lady." He gave you his accidental charming look before taking a second drag. The room air filling with the formed cigarette smoke. He was strict and bitter.