Lalla followed, 'upstairs' not phasing her. Partly because she knew he was just going to paint her, and partly because she wasn't exactly au fait with how these things worked. So she just went along with it, trusting him. She was throwing caution to the wind, after all, today was her day for risk.
"Oh, I couldn't tell you." She chuckled, looking around the room once they reached it. "I haven't lived in a proper house in years. My parents are liberals, we never had a sewing room."