Overture Downs if memory serves

She had no plans to kick out her companion, special or not. Even if she had been sour Tytus was not sure she would kick someone out into the wall of rain that was coming down with biting winds. It wasn't a death sentence but it was a miserable time waiting to be had.

I wouldn't dream of kicking you out. Her confidence didn't allow her to wonder if she ever came on too heavy or too fast. She simply did what she did, consequences be damned. And I believe you, you seem special. There was honesty on every word she spoke. What's the name I should call my special-unkickable-company?