"Where do I sleep?" "Your home," Zak answered matter-of-factly. "Where do I take meals?" "Your home." Drizzt's eyes narrowed to slits and his face flushed in glowing heat. "Where do I ..." he began stubbornly, determined to foil the weapons master's logic. "Your home," Zak replied in the same measured and weighted timbre before Drizzt could finish the thought."