[He almost looked a little sheepish at the question as he followed Athelstan into the house.] A little... [His tone made it sound more like a confession.] Are you really so eager that we cannot even exchange a few words?

[He actually sounded pretty turned on by the idea, eyes raking over Athelstan suggestively.]

This... is my house now. It is a house for Gyda and I. I invited Ivar as well, but he declined. With a child of his own and the child's mother back, he should be thinking of a house of his own, but that is beside the point. [He was rambling just a little bit, almost nervously.] I wanted to- I was hoping... you might want to live here with us. There are plenty of rooms... It is your choice though. It is fine if you do not.