Most of what she said he did not comment on. That was after all how one blended in and escaped notice despite ostentatious homes and the like. The home was his one vanity as it had been his for so long and had so many additions that he was loath to part with it. It was part of his nature after all and besides it had been part of the country side for so long most locals paid little heed. He did indulge a bit though and while she was distracted he ran a finger up the length of her spine before stepping away from her.<br/><br/>"Oh this is indeed your room and I am a night owl so you are not disturbing me. I shall probably be up until almost sunrise. So I suppose the next question is how might I entertain you dear guest? A drink? Or some other distraction that might please you?" He was after all the epitome of a perfect host even while his thoughts turned to sinking his teeth into that lovely throat and seeing what she had hidden under her conservative garments. But such urges were crushed under an iron will. Of course about then yet another loud storm broke with wind rattling the shutters and ice pelting the window pains.