[ After seven, going on eight decades of life in her present form, one might think Setsura would remember that not everyone can sleep the way she does, nor does everyone aspire to sleep as much as she does. She makes a note of it, pausing as she considers his words. Truthfully, it's none of her business; and yet -- ]

I claimed an apartment on the top floor here, [insert specifics here]. Don't know how often I'll be there. I've got some things to look into at the Lunar Scientia, but the door's open to you.

[ She might just be leaning into him a little bit now. Just a little. ]