"That's kind of you, but I do not require anything."

There's a flicker, before the form flashes before her eyes, and the fully formed, completely valid and not at all magically created enrollment form sits on the table. Since York is too busy hiding his face, Carolina makes do by...sitting on his lap. Double the discomfort, though at least her wings are wrapped around her and well out of the way, the hand not holding the phone draping over the back of the couch.

"I like my privacy," which is true, to a point, "and my sharing this apartment was a matter of convenience for the both of us. Any secrets he may has, you'll have to take up with him." And no doubt will, because everything about this conversation speaks of Familial Obligation.