[She finds his reluctance intriguing, at least -- she wants to know more about it, and to quell the negative voices in her head that always seemed to pop up in these sorts of situations.

Once he suggests she move forward (she'll never get used to being called a lady), she begins leading him to her room. She doesn't think she's ever actually had anyone in it, here, and even at the mansion she'd grown up in that was more or less true, save for the few she'd snuck in before her brother caught them.]

-- no, not any more. But I grew up in my brother's mansion, and he always kept most of it looking the same way his mother kept it.

[She hadn't wanted to argue with him even if she thought the place looked positively antique. Charles' mother wasn't something they talked about much, but she knew he was fond of him.]

Back home now a days, I more or less just sleep in hotels. I move around a lot.

[The walk to the room is short, and as promised, the room looks rather -- elaborate.]