[Squatting is what eventually appears, and he rolls his eyes again.]

It's just as it sounds. I lived for several years in a mansion that belonged to my former master, drinking his wine and ruining his furniture.

[What a sin. He considers something, then adds:]

A friend also used her position as captain of the city guard to help me avoid detection. She would change the patrols around the mansion regularly, just so the chances of them spotting me were minimal.

[Just in case. He'd really rather not lose another fingernail.]