He did realize that despite his claims, he wouldn't be able to do a thing to protect her from Dracula - but he pushed that out of his mind for the time being. There were things he could do, precautions he could take, to keep her from being killed and brought back as one of the undead. He wondered what would happen if he was in a church when he transformed, but then again Dracula could simply leave it if he wanted to.
Vlad didn't want to mention Peter's name, nor did he want to think about how many times the man had been up here himself, both with and without Helena. "I thought your bag seemed to be on the small side," he teased, setting it down by the door.
He didn't think she was serious, but even so he took her hands in his and tugged her forward. "I would be more than happy to give you a tour." There was the kitchen, of course, and the living room; the area he'd turned into a sort of dining room-slash-everyday eating area - all the obvious rooms that he showed her with a teasing smirk.
He looked at her for a moment before chuckling, although he was glad that she could look back on the Boyd incident with humor. "What makes you think I would mind that?"