He snorted at the line her father had given her and stretched again. His body was going to kill him for being so cramped up as it had been for hours. The sandwich reminded him he was hungry, so he quietly leaned forward to set his feet on the floor and then stand, blanket wrapped around him for warmth.
"Ms. Munroe did, indeed, give me a room, child," he replied, taking slow, careful steps across the floor toward her so he could hover over her shoulder and have a good look at her drawing. An expression of mild interest on his face, "But I found that those in the rooms nearest mine were a bit too noisy last night for my taste."