"You like to...keep control," she advised. It was his personality. And drinking human blood didn't always end very well for him.
She smiled back at his suggestion, though. At least he was warming to her. At least he wasn't hiding away in his room anymore.
"I'd like that. A lot. Umm... Your room." Arms gestured. "Ton of books, memories...your journals are all on the bookshelf, if you wanted to try and jog your memory. Umm...bed." Cheeks were flushed. "A lot of memories there..."