Words can create so much distance and he's used them to do just that time and again. Now it's allowing her space as he finds himself in an odd position of not knowing just where he stands. She had said she would have all of him or none at all, but that was before her time in this place. He wouldn't assume that hadn't changed things.

He inclines his head once, though his expression goes into that darkly wry look with a blink of the eyes. "And give up my lovely cot in a room full of them and keep finding ways not to change in front of others? I would appreciate that. I don't need much as you well know."

And it would give him a base to begin with to see where he wants to go from there. Where they went to go from there.

"I suppose I'm going to be expected to find some sort of reputable job," he notes, giving a look at her and then the bar top she's sitting on.