[She frowned, studying him in confusion. That wasn't exactly a rejection. She just didn't know what exactly the response meant. He hadn't even seen her bed. It was certainly wide enough for two. And one of the more comfortable beds she had ever slept in.

And even if she did have roommates, there was a lock on her door. A lock that worked very well. Something she double, even triple, checked since Effie moved in.

She waved absently to the room. More specifically in the direction of her door.] If you're worried about being caught, there's no one home. And there's a lock on my bedroom door. It's the only way to keep Effie out.