[He gets chills up his spine from that. After, he looks over his shoulder at her with a small glower.]

Like I said, a home is a home.

[He's the type that thinks the forest is his home. That's his type. He's never in one place for long, he never belongs anywhere with anyone. However, he is comfortable in the forest.

And that's where he belongs.]

I'm the type that doesn't care if you have a home or not, or what it is or isn't. Someone could live in a house of cards, for all I care. It's none of my business.