Will smiled, feeling the warmth of Clio's obvious delight. Tilting his head back, he saw her peeking down over the railing at him, and he laughed. "I s'pose that makes you the queen of the castle and me the dirty rascal? Sounds about right." He said it without a hint of self-deprecation, only playful amusement. He grabbed a couple of the bags and followed her up the stairs, setting his load down beside the bed before he joined her on it. The skylights gave the space an open feel to it, despite the close, sloping ceiling. "This way we can sleep under the stars without the hypothermia, see?"