It wasn't all that often he had people over. He liked to have a place that was just his, a place he could be alone and in peace, but somehow it didn't feel invasive to have her there. It felt... nice. Natural even. A fact that he couldn't help be a little concerned about.

Trying to keep his eyes mostly on things that weren't her, he made an amused sound at her statement. "Mmmhmm. 'A room without books is like a body without soul'. Which is ironic since there weren't actual, printed books around at Cicero's time," he grinned sheepishly, almost a little shyly and made his way to the fridge. "Then again, he also said that 'he only employs his passion who can make no use of his reason.' which... yeah, is kinda iffy to me. Passion is a good thing, if you ask me. Most of the time anyway."

Catching himself before he rambled on about something she probably had little to no interest in, he moved to the fridge. "Want something to drink?"