This... [He looks away from Joshua, checking his surroundings. Greagor smite him.] Is my room. You are correct.

[He doesn't even try to make an excuse, or pass it off as a joke. Honestly, he's about ready to leap from the window and run into the woods. He'd stand a better chance, probably.]

Well — [He clears his throat.] I would never ask you to leave. So...

[He shifts away from Joshua and sits upon the bed.]

We could sit and talk. [He doubts they could keep their hands to themselves, though. He stands just as quickly.] Or perhaps a walk? A drink at the bar?

[He's rambling.]