The genome stands there for a long moment, silently weighing the options before him. "Very well. I suggest you listen clearly, because this conversation has put me, I confess, in an extraordinarily foul mood. I'll not tolerate you being made to live in a shack just because you're different. I've a spare bedroom, it's not furnished but I've blankets and pillows to spare, and you'll have use of a washroom and kitchen for... a night or two, at least."

Kuja sneers. "And if the mob intends to come knocking at my door to find the monster, we'll see if a pile of ash can wield a pitchfork."