He pads quietly behind her, keeping enough distance that his sword would be useful if she made a sudden move.

"Those weren't threats, they were reassurances. Not that you need them, it seems."

He hung back in the doorway as she went in, making a small noise of disdain at the question.

"I've got no interest in your bed, woman. The room at the end of the hallway suited me better." He decided not to mention all the belongings he'd requisitioned. If she cared, she could negotiate for their return.