She'd been trapped, or tricked, or too clearly nervous — but she could not really take much issue with the offer of his bedroom, even if he followed up with a jest about his shoes.

"They'll remain unmolested," she said, tone neutral, "But I am content to take the couch if it comes to that."

She was curious, about Blott's bedroom, and if it was as strange and crowded as his coat closet was — but she had to at least make an attempt at passing the bedroom back to him.