It startled him a little when she took his hand, but it was a very good kind of startled, the kind that spread up slowly through his arm without making him flinch. He followed her, letting his hand settle easily into hers and keeping pace with her as they went through the house. His initial impression remained - he liked it very much, although everything was overshadowed just a bit by the fact that she was leading him through her house at all, and touching him, and ... all of that.
He let go of her hand when she released his, and looked in to scan the books in her bedroom, at least as much as he could see the spines from the hallway. When she closed the door he stood looking down at her, not at all uncomfortable, strangely enough, to be so close to her. "Small is better, I think, if you're just one," he said. "It's very ... cozy. Much better than a big drafty farmhouse in the middle of winter, I promise you."
He didn't really want to have a drink, as that would certainly entail stepping back and leaving the close hallway - but he did want to stay, very much so. "I would," he said, "if it isn't too much trouble. Thanks." A moment later, he even remembered to step out of her way, looking a bit sheepish and very pleased, so that she could walk past.