Groaning, she leads him the rest of the way to the door, opening it and practically shoving him in.

The room smells like her. Probably a side-effect of spending nigh on all her time in here.

"Right. That bed is mine. You do not touch. That bed is yours until we find you one that isn't near me. You sleep in here - that's it. I'm the antisocial one here, and I was here first, so I get dibs on the moping quarters. Got it?" She glares at him, willing herself not to turn fuchsia (and hey, it actually works!).

"Now go to sleep - you're delirious," she says, voice a bit softer, gesticulating vaguely towards the unused bed, edging towards the door. "I'm gonna go... wander around for a while. If you're not asleep when I get back, I'm kicking you out."