The hallways were dim and a bit labyrinthine, and Stein didn't want to risk Birkin getting lost in his house. He might encounter things neither of them wanted Birkin to see.

He chuckled as well, feeling the same way. "I didn't picture this, either. i was thinking we might have a drink or two, cut something up." He glanced over his shoulder at Birkin, smirking. "But I'm not complaining, are you?"

He grabbed the handle of a heavy steel door and opened it, revealing a claustrophobic bathroom with a shattered mirror over the chipped sink. "Here we go. Shower for you, and clean towels are in the cupboard. My bedroom is directly across the hall, so you can't get lost."