"Thanks," he smiles, "I should be good for the rest of the night. He gives her one more ressuring smile before ducking into the room and shutting the door softly behind him. Once the door closes, a furious blush spread over his cheeks. He's staying in a pretty witch's house tonight, and if isn't distracted from his goal, no one is. But for tonight, he strips of his sweat shirt, neatly folding it and placing on the chair by the wood looking dresser. He undoes his shoes, placing them neatly by the foot of the bed. He doesn't bother drawing down the covers, he just carefully rearranges the pillow under his head, and a matter of seconds is out like a light.