And Peggy follows. Easily. As much as she might despise others infringing upon her space, she shows such little compunction when infringing upon someone else's. Doubly so when it's one that's tastefully decorated and almost comfortable-looking by contrast to her room.

Not that she comments to that effect. Not that she so much as observes the place beyond an initial glance. Her attention is too rooted to this spectacle of a man leading her inside.

"Good God, man, drop the airs." Her head cocks to the side. "It's not cute."

Thrillingly abrupt. In general, this might actually be a sign of something good.