She's not trying to manipulate him at all, and if she knew that was what he was thinking, she'd insist on getting another room. She doesn't want to intrude on his life, she wants to be a part of it. A welcome part, at that.

'Right.' There's a nervous chuff of laughter, and she looks across at him, waiting for him to look up at her again.

'I want to stay, but it's your room. So if I get up your nose, just tell me, all right? Before it gets to be a problem.'