It's had to be, really. For all that anything else on the room hasn't mattered while they've both been sounding out just what normal is, now, neither would they have much been the sort to have it out anywhere there wasn't the two of them. But now that normality has (more or less) returned, so too has awareness of the rest of the room.

Rather than say anything, however, he simply watches her as she puts the map away again. He's seen it before, of course, but even now there's a sort of joy in watching her simply be herself, be the woman he has always admired and not just for her physical qualities. (Although he won't deny that those are also wonderful.)

"What, and leave all this behind? I don't think so." The gesture he offers seems to encompass the room itself, but is meant to mean the map and - most importantly - the wine. "Besides, there's nothing I particularly need back there."

He always has been inclined to travel light, and this time has been no exception. Yes, there are a few spare odds and ends back at his room, but frankly, he'd much rather have the mood in this room than the one that has seen so much of his formless and unchecked depression of late. Plus he's missed her too, even if he'd never directly admit it.