[There was little that could be done about Vincent's irate disposition, and Kit knew better than to think for a moment any answer he had would assuage his temper. Truly, anything he could say now would only make things worse. But it was either the bitter truth or a lie to placate, and he had never been one for pulling punches...]

I'm allowing you to wait out the storm with your things, but you don't live here and my home isn't a storage locker.

[His voice wasn't clipped, but it was certainly to the point.]

I think I'm being more than fair, don't you?