Gyre smiles at the teasing, sighing and leaning back against the headboard. He takes a deep breath, trying to convince himself to relax now. He's welcome. Luka's actually teasing him about how much he's asking if he's welcome. That's a good sign, probably.

"Private space are... important," he tries to explain. "This is yours. I wouldn't want to be here if there was any doubt in your mind." He'll stay now. He might not fully relax, but his desire to stay with Luka is now stronger then his desire to leave at least.

"I might," he murmurs, glancing over the side of the bed, "I might sleep on the floor though."