In that stretch of quiet, Loxley starts plotting what he'll say in the event of her turning down his offer. Something breezy, obviously, having no desire to burden her with a sense of his disappointment. The Gallows has a great many empty rooms, anyway. He might feel moved to pivot to asking if she'd like it more generally, you know, not a permanent sort of situation, but maybe days at a time—

But there, not quite.

"Inevitably," he says, instantly. His company is good for anyone. "Perhaps I could dabble in a little of both."