"No, but it's far more enjoyable, maybe not productive." Leaning on the wall when she poked him, he only just really noticed the fact she was carrying other things and laughed a mixture of schoolboy and sheepish. "I thought you were a modern woman, they don't need help." Rubbing at her shoulder in a there, there gesture he only squirmed a bit as she poked at him. Nasty females, always beating guys up.
"Alright then, home sweet home it is." With a drumroll on the door, he opened the barrier with accompanying creaking to set the horror tone. Ben held the door for her with a sweeping gesture of his hand for her to go in.
The place wasn't messy, all open plan between kitchen and living area, but the bedroom tucked away past another door. His laptop was sitting on the coffee table amid a pile of other books he'd call reference material and a beaten up couch. Well, it didn't smell too bad, the colors had just faded somewhat since he wasn't the original owner. Walking in himself, Ben made a flying leap for the couch, cradling the bottle in his arms before he landed with a collection of spring noises. "Make yourself at home, Sevvybear." He cooed, cracking open his whiskey to bypassing the idea of a glass altogether. At least it smelt clean, if rather of aftershave and Chinese take-out from morning and night.