He led her up one more floor and into a room. It was quite eloquent, a large canopy bed against the wall with candles lining the room, their light casting shadows and giving off a calming scent. He stepped in and looked at her, gesturing for her to come in, before closing the door behind her. The canopy bed held black drapes and bedding, the bedding having roses embroidered onto them. Not fake looking ones, but roses that looked like you could feel their silken touch if you brushed against them. He moved and opened the drapes of the bed, his clothes shimmering and disappearing, leaving him in long, baggy pants. He laid down and looked up at her. "You need your rest. They won't come in here with me here."