"I don't mind accompanying you on such an errand. In fact, I would be hesitant to allow you to venture out by yourself, at least while the threat still remains at large. I don't want anything to happen to you." He glanced at her, studying her for a moment with his hazel eyes, before returning his gaze ahead as he walked towards his room. It was upstairs like most of the other rooms and towards the end of the hall, in a more secluded area of the mansion. They eventually reached the room, stopped by a set of intricate, heavy wooden doors. It was obvious that his room was one of the best, if not the master suite. He opened the doors and stepped aside so that she could enter it.<br/><br/>Inside she would find a rather nice room, albeit a bit messy. His bed was unmade and the sheets were twisted, most likely from an unsuccessful attempt at sleep that had only granted him some tossing and turning and very little sleep. The room had a few paintings and was furnished quite nicely. Some of it looked rather old, but still in almost pristine condition.<br/><br/>"Well, welcome to my room," He said after she had entered, following her inside and leaving the door open. "My pack insisted that I take the master suite, even though I would have rather give it to one of the older pack members." He shrugged and moved to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "Feel free to make yourself at home."