"I don't plan on letting my work colleagues into my bedroom."
Jack arched an eyebrow at her, subtly letting her know that he didn't bring dalliances home from work and he fully expected her to respect that kind of discretion, too. "Kitchen, bathroom-" He pointed out the rooms as they passed them. Finally, he turned and gave her a small smile, in true Jack Bristow style. "Welcome home, Mrs. Bristow."