[He knows she wouldn't suggest it if it wasn't perfectly safe, but Vision is still unsure of what lies outside her wards. The loft sounds like a much better idea, and he certainly likes the idea of holding her again.]

Let's go to the loft, then. And I admit I am curious about your books as well, but I would rather spend time with you first.

[He's unselfconscious about it, clearly, and he doesn't let go of her hand until the ladder makes it an impossibility to climb together. But soon enough they're at the top, and once again he finds himself admiring the place. The pulse of power from the altar is in harmony with the rest of the house, and Vision is slightly surprised to realize he's adapting to that rhythm as well. It's subtle, but the energies of the house seem to be accepting him in much the same way as its mistress has.

Well, not entirely the same way, because he isn't taking the house by both hands and leaning down for another kiss.]