How the hell am I supposed to deal with my worlds colliding like this? You're standing at my front door, having just moved in next door, and you could potentially ruin my life. Wonderful. The only thing to do is let you in, tell you my story, and hope you understand my need to stay discreet.
When you promise not to ruin my life, to maintain discretion for me, well, there's only one thing to do to say thank you, isn't there...?