Her faint smile skews wry in a way that at least looks older than her years. "We'll see." Given that she's not ruling out the possible necessity of having to hose him down like a recalcitrant puppy, she suspects this is going to be a long evening whatever he attempts, but she merely leads him into the bathroom rather than commenting on it further. This room, like the rest of the apartment, is finely put together but not oversized; it's a very neat place, much like Benevenuta herself.

Still-- it's of a sufficient size for the two of them to move around without feeling trapped together, and has enough elbow room for her to work. There's a cushioned stool in front of the ornate white vanity, which she'll point him to in just a moment, but first...

"Are you going to need help with your coat and shirt?"