He chose, at least on that occasion, to ignore her heavy dose of sarcasm. It would have been easy to pass comment, of course, and he had to bite his tongue not to. But he understood, or at least tried. He knew that she couldn't have the life she wanted, he knew the world she inhabited now wasn't the one she'd ever hoped she would. It wasn't for him of all people to poke his finger into that wound.

"Well there is a rather peculiar scent emanating from room twelve. Would that satisfy your urge for investigation?"

A half smile touched his lips, teasing, or at least his method of it.

"No, but really, it would be good for you to get out the house. It can't be good being cooped up in here all the time."