He takes her to his bedroom, and lays her down on the covers, letting her head rest against the pillows.  He started to pace, his eyes now free to play over her form, dark undercurrents stirring in his mind again as he looked at her.  He had to do something, but he did not know what.  Perhaps calling the police would be best, but they'd probably just take her away...  He sighed, he did not think she was speaking language before, but what if it was some sort of obscure dialect?  Maybe she was an illegal immegrant or something like that.  He stood at the side of his bed, now, just looking at her, just... Taking her in with his eyes.