After our meal, he leads me upstairs. We walk through the hallways but don't enter any of the rooms. He takes me to a door on its own, clearly leading to a large room. When he opens the door, my eyes widen. I was correct; there's a large bed, a wall covered in trophies and awards, a gaming system that would put any teenager's setup to shame, and a spacious sitting area with a couch and two armchairs.

"My room," he says, placing his hands on his hips, and I clear my throat.

"What ...