"I shouldn't tell you about the sauna off the bathroom then," he asked, arching a brow and smirking a bit. "Because I can pretend it's a closet. It is me and all." For a moment he watched her and then he smiled. "If I was looking to get of you, would I have followed you to Paris?"

Being completely honest as he set the plant on the counter in the kitchen. "Come on. I'll give you the tour before you go on about me trying to lie, and then failing because I revealed my secret. So this is the kitchen and it has all the bells and whistles, though I don't really know how to cook, but I've made a promise to myself to learn."