"You have to understand, love." He started as he shut the door behind them. Locking it, and putting the chain on. "Someone, with the money you have...I wouldn't expect you to move in with me." He laughed lightly. Moving about he picked up the remoter muting the tv. Suddenly, feeling minorly bashful about being shirtless he looked around nervously.
"Well, it's just some stuff I managed to get my hands on. Money I managed to make working for the bar. I guess I'm paid pretty decently." He shrugged. The few nicest things he had, was his tv, laptop, and his bed. The rest of the apartment was generic stuff. A couch, and couple chairs. That didn't match. And a plain coffee table. The kitchen had cooking stuff, pots, pants, and silverware.
"Well. I'll show you around." They were pretty much standing in the living room. "This is the..." He thought for a moment. "Living room?" He wasn't clear with all the american names yet. He pointed. "Kitchen." Then he lead her down a hallway. There was a nice clean bathroom. "There's the bathroom." His military background showed in his cleaning. He pushed a door open showing a not made bed, and camoflage pants, jeans, and a shirts alike scattering the floor. "This is my room." Then there was a door next to it. He opened it showing a slightly smaller room, with nothing in it. "This is...your room I guess."