['Would I be the first adult, male stranger to stay in your bedroom?' he almost asks, but a feeling of intense wrong-ness closes his throat and clamps down on his tongue. His position feels more and more untenable the more he thinks about it. Trepidation projects off of him in waves; he struggles to tamp it down, remembering again that his emotions aren't entirely safe around his present company.]

Hmph. If you have any suggestions for ingratiating myself to him as a encroaching stranger with no viable reason to be here, I am open to them.