"Good call." Did Ted want to see what was beyond the locked door? Yes, yes he did. But everyone was allowed their secrets. Or security in this case and she had clients, and sensitive information. He'd have to be satisfied with the mental image of what he was sure was behind that door. He was sure it was one hell of beauty of a system.
He was going to then say something about the exposed brick - in fact he was trying to remember some of the words that the real estate agent he had used when he had moved to New York used. They had all kinds of fancy words to describe walls, and floors, and Ted was trying to remember some of them so he could use them himself, when she asked if he wanted a tour of the bedroom.
"Sure."
Did that come out as a squeak? It sounded like a squeak to his ears. Oh man, he sounded like a mouse. That was sexy. Except there was no reason to panic, or be all 'A girl wants to show me her bedroom!' which hadn't happened in a ... while. Because she just wanted to show off her place. That was all.
"I'd like to see that. Room. Of your place."
Now he had gone from squeaking to talking like Captain Kirk. Oh he was suave.