He gave a solemn smile as she spoke, feeling her pain. He gave her his most empathetic look, hoping he wasn't looking to weak. As he felt the pain of remembrance coursing through his body. He places a hand on the counter edge, to regain control. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. Not being able to offer much, even though he wanted to spill his guts, confessing the pain of abandonment and betrayal.<br/><br/>He shook his head, whipping away the thoughts, he gave a caring smile, as she asking ever-so-politely to stay. "Me casa es su casa!" he sang, turning around to usher her into the next room, he turned back and said under his breath, "I've always wanted to say that."<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder towards her, "Want the grand tour?" he smiled.