Levi didn't doubt for a moment that when she had her hands free again, Isabel would likely be going for either of those options -- she was wild with her emotions, but at least she conveyed them.
So inside they went, Levi pulling out his keys and unlocking the front door and then they trekked up a few flights of stairs (there was an elevator, yes, but he didn't care for them and avoided them when he could) until they reached his --their-- floor level.
"Don't make a mess," he said, trying for stern, when he unlocked the door to his apartment proper and opened it up -- pushing it wide open so she could enter first.
It was sparse in terms of things and incredibly clean, but Isabel probably shouldn't have expected anything less. But there was a couch and a coffee table and a television and against the windows was Levi's coveted window seat adorned with a blanket and a pillow.