He wanted to apologize to her, but he knew he couldn't. Not with the guard outside listening in on their conversation. It wasn't her fault that she was in this mess. She had simply been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. He wanted to let her go, but he knew he would seem weak and that could not be done. Not if he wanted to accomplish his goal.<br/><br/>He didn't try to force her to take his arm, instead turning back to the door and rapping his knuckles against the steel door loud enough to be hard. It wasn't long before the door opened and he stepped out of the room, turning to wait for her. Once she was out, he turned on his heel and started walking, making sure to keep an eye on her in case she ran.<br/><br/>She probably wouldn't be pleased to know she would be sharing his bedroom with him. It was the safest place for her, after all.