"Why love, you would surely be sleeping with me of course!"
Nirvana paused abruptly to take a look at Zachariah, thinking that he must be out of his head for suggesting that. The whole incidence with the persona of him being a young rich master was already too much for her and she wanted to nearly go around and hide under a rock, and now he was pulling things like these. Flushed as red as a tomato, the blood rush clearly evident to all on her face, she punched him on his shoulders and then tried to play off the whole thing with a laugh, refusing the evident, "This place is literally the museum of the cultural arts, so I could sleep at any other place too! Just the smallest and the most normal out of all the guestrooms would really suffice for me!: she let out quickly trying to appeal to
