Rupert doesn't need Jonas to stay (or so his concussed, stubborn brain tells him) but of course he'd like him to stay. His gaze falls from the ceiling to meet Jonas's with a wicked, knowing grin; regardless of what Jonas's offer truly means, Rupert is determined to take the lowest interpretation.

"If you like," He replies coyly, his voice barely more than a murmur. Rupert throws out an arm, running a hand over the expanse of his double bed and pointedly smoothing out the sheets.

"There's plenty of room for two..."