His house was cluttered with books of all sorts--some his, some not--and there was a computer as well as a typewriter on the desk.
"Bedroom," he pointed toward the room as he walked to it, gesturing for her to follow. "You know, you're welcome anytime. Especially in this room." He gave her a wink. The futon was, thankfully, already rolled out. He liked to do that before he went to the bar, just in case. Simplified things.
"Putting me to bed?" he asked, looking back at her.