He appreciates the view, but more like a lover of fine art. To talk her into a dirty, unmade bed feels like a pipe dream, though he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't enter his mind.
In reply to her unasked question, he explains. "I used to know a woman who sold ladies' perfumes, during a dark time." Both in his life and in world history. "I got used to the smell. I would sleep in the upper floor of her shop sometimes and could smell it mixing in the night."