He allows her to enter first -- it is her room, after all -- and once they've closed the door, he takes a look around at the surroundings as he toes his boots from his feet, not wanting to track the last of the melting snow and mud left on his boots onto the floor.

"S'definitely got a woman's touch," he comments.

(It's not a bad thing, not at all.)

He shrugs out of his coat, then sets to unwinding that bright red scarf from around his neck.