She looks up at him, her eyes squinted a bit curiously at him as she tries to decide if he was being serious about that comment. After a moment, she decides he doesn't seem like the type to make a joke in that taste, so she eases her features into a small smile. "I guess you're right."

"Oh.. um--" She looks almost flustered at the vast array of choice that open-ended question leaves in front of her. She isn't entirely sure where to begin. Wanting wasn't really allowed where she had been before, so even that is hard to pinpoint into an answer that would make sense for him. "I don't know." it's becoming a familiar set of words in her mouth as she keeps finding herself presented with things to decide upon. "I guess I'm okay." She could certainly be comfortable with the furnishings of the room all on its own and didn't feel like it was her place to request things-- even if he was asking her.