Moana simply smiled at him some more, then turned and walked toward the door that led to her office, on the same side of the apartment that housed the dining room and kitchen. She glanced at him over her shoulder, to make sure he was following. "The office isn't the fanciest room, of course, but it's a good place to start." It was a good balance between the public and private rooms, she felt, and hopefully enough to make him feel as though she was going to give in willingly.
She opened the door, and gestured for him to enter first.