If she had expressed a desire or determination to see his small campsite and shelter, then he would have shown it off quite readily. It's enough for just him, cozy if a little cramped. It---very much reminds him of home. Of his case and his little shack. His little spot underneath the bench that he resolutely puts out of his mind.

Creatures hardly focus on the past and their loss. They move on because needs must and survival is of utmost importance. Currently, that is what he must focus on, and so he brings his thoughts back around to the present. At her teasing, he casts his eyes over to hers, and offers a small smile. "No, I suppose not."

He looks away at her offer, but it isn't because he dislikes it. It's because he enjoys the thought very much. He'd like the opportunity to spend more time with her. "I think that could be arranged fairly easily, yes."