In his way, he has - or at least, he's acknowledged that I am who I claim to be. We have an understanding. But if I start living under his roof, he'll expect me to abide by his whims... and I can't do that, Remilia. I'll still visit as often as ever, I promise you. Flandre needs a friend who she can't break with a thought, as well. Being on my guard is a small price to pay to give her something like normalcy.