"It is their hotel, after all," he shrugged. Not that he didn't care, but he had been a soldier of one sort or another for a very long time. Obedience came naturally to Bill.
He looked into her eyes, as if attempting to gauge the depth of her words. Not the sincerity. Sookie was one of the most sincere people he had ever met. But was there something behind her words, something that he should be picking up on?
"We are much better than mere roommates," he nodded, "but at the same time, I would be very happy if we were actual roommates, you and I, rather than I and the sheriff. Would you object if I moved in with you? I do not wish to cause you any trouble. And of course you are aware of my . . . restrictions." By which he meant the whole sleeping through the day, night owl thing. Complete lack of daylight in the bedroom. No one else could be admitted. Etc. She would be taking upon herself his safety somewhat, at least during the daylight hours when he was the most vulnerable. An undertaking not to be taken lightly.
He took her hand in his, and gently caressed the back of it. "I wish to be with you, Sookie," he said succinctly, "very much....."