He laughed, his warm breath causing a few strands to brush against his face. "Far be it from me to stop anyone from being comfortable."
Hiding her away. That could mean many, many different things. Things she probably didn't have a clue about. Then again, did anyone her age did? Even though their bodies might be somewhat in proximity in age, they had grown up in completely different times.
He would be taking her innocence. Innocence she should cherish. Life should be about pranks and getting snogs, but it wasn't. Not any more with Voldemort killing (or attempting to kill) people and werewolves attacking.
Looking up at her, his gazed turned uncharacteristically serious. "What is it that you want, Princess?"