"Home," that one word sparks a solar flare in his soul. Her kiss could almost make him start crying again from joy.

Then, timidly, he voices a hope he's had for a long time. "Can it be our home? Officially?"

He might still keep a rented room at the Oak & Iron, in case they ever need alone time. He knows she needs her space. And he needs a place to bring any lovers he might take that isn't their bed. But... to think of her home as his... that's what he'd love the most.