Alright, so he was in a gregarious mood and didn't feel like snapping necks. She could think of no reason to antagonize him to feel otherwise. "A room can be arranged for you, then, stocked with food and drink as well. You can use it as long as you want."
They entered the halls and she picked a door at seemingly random, opening it into an office with decanters of whiskey and cognac. She poured a fistful instead of a few fingers and handed the tumbler to him. Her dry expression was clear on what she expected to be inheriting, a smelly shaggy long coat at most.
"Why haven't you been sleeping?" She frowned mildly, wondering if this was because some mission. Seeing the seedpods and his irate consternation, it seemed a wise decision to not point out or mock him right now.