That accent sort of turned his bones to water, so his smile got a little stronger. However, he didn't stride forward at the invitation. "Uhm..." he said, as if trying to decide, edging a little forward across the threshold without actually getting physically closer to her. He leaned in a little, as if looking in, and, finally, though he put his hand back into his jacket pocket, he nodded. "Yeah, okay. If you don't mind." He looked at her, her eyes this time, and smiled into them with increasing warmth and sincerity. He was getting accustomed to the feel of the place. It was sort of like when you put on a lead coat for the first time. Eventually you get used to the weight on your shoulders.