Luke was beet red by the time he left the room Irene had chosen.  He knew she was teasing, but it still made him awfully self conscious.  He wasn't really sure why he'd fixated on her, but it was likely because she was simply the first person he'd met, and she was being nice to him.  He'd put the suitcase on the bed, to make it easier for her to unpack.<br/><br/>He decided the best thing to do was go back downstairs, and choose one of the rooms there.  They were all equally nice, and he selected the one in the corner of the house that was at the end of a hallway.  As he unpacked his own things, he realized that - true to form - he'd chosen the room least "in the middle of things".<br/><br/>He finished quickly, and made his way to the porch.  He sighed to himself.  Maybe Ryan was right - maybe he did need to have a "shaft removed"...