She went to the kitchen, reaching into an upper cabinent for a bottle of scotch. She poured them both a glass, handing it to him with a smile. "Come on," she takes hold of his fingers, leading him towards her room. Before he can respond with nerves or fear, she shows him two small chairs in front of a fireplace. Her bed framed behind them, but not dominating the room.

"It's been cold, I was thinking of lighting a fire."