The man smiled, leading her into the bedroom. Like every morning, it having become a routine since about half into last year, there were new sheets on the bed, and the window, he was in a room where he luckily had one, was partly open. It was in the same style as the other things in his room, though there were some things in locked drawers he'd rather not have her see. "You like it?" he asked her, standing behind her, grabbing her shoulders to give them a slight squeeze.