He played the role of the courteous tour guide, even though there was very little she hadn't already seen. His bedroom fell into the latter category, since there had never been any reason to go in there, especially not with Peter present. Now, however, there was nothing stopping him. "Well, there are other places." Vlad smirked, leading her down the small hallway that connected the main rooms to the bedroom. "There is the guest room, of course... and my bedroom, although Cain and Abel seem to believe it is theirs as well." The door was slightly ajar, and he nudged it open with his foot. His room was much like the rest of the penthouse, various shades of grey with black and white thrown in - neater than most bedrooms, although it still did look slept in.
"The clothing rule applies to everyone but you, Helena." He moved to stand behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. "I can think of a few ways to keep your warm, if it worries you."