"Hey, there." He clapped her on the shoulder, keeping his somewhat skeptical eye to himself. He kept his arm around her shoulders, leaning casually. "It's all right. You haven't seen my place in forever, have you - it's not fit for tea. Nothing like your digs," he said, looking around with a broad grin at the stone corridors that he had stopped finding impressive several years ago. "Do you have to put out fires very often? Are they giving you trouble? Shall I give them a talking-to?" Not that he would have had anything near useful to say.
"But if you ever do need to give prior notice and all that," he said after a bit of a silence, "I can clean up the couch for you in pretty good time." It was more than he'd usually have bothered to offer, because he didn't doubt she knew. But - again, she seemed upset.