He saw the blush, and it got the faintest of smiles out of him, but once again he respected her- and her right hook- enough not to mention it. He didn't wait for her to find his key and open the door, the heated air of the lobby sure to be a comfort to the chilled Murphy.
"Four-floor walk up, but at least there's no one above us," The building wasn't much of a step up from his last, but it wasn't exactly run down. There was new paint on the walls, a shine to the locks and the mailboxes. Modest, but well taken care off. After the trek up the stairs, he led her to his door, muttering something at the wood before unlocking and opening it.
A small armchair's worth of dog lumbered out the door and right for Murphy's legs, tail wagging all the while.