[Wolfwood clicks his tongue, closes his eyes for a moment, and takes a breath. Something is clearly wrong with Ain for him to be THIS anxious, but he can't just be like "why the fuck are you so anxious for", thanks therapy. He has to exercise a little patience and understanding, here.]

If it was inconvenient I wouldn't have invited you, if my furniture starts biting I'll throw it outside, and you're my partner just as much as they are. So you belong here too.

Okay?