"Yeah, fairy godmothers exist and I'm Cinderella." Bela noticed his grin, and reached over to shove his shoulder lightly. "How's sharing a room with you worse? Are you going to cut off my hair or something awful? Do tell how you would torture me if we shared a room." She paused, thinking. "Don't think I've forgotten how distracted you got when I mentioned rolling around naked in money on my silk sheets. I actually think you'd benefit if we shared a room." Now it was Bela's turn to grin, her facial expression changing from what was usually closed off and guarded to something that was bright and almost seemingly happy.