His lip curled in disdain against her finger at the thought but he remained quiet. She nodded. The Room of Requirement was no longer an option, and she would not sneak him into her room, or go into his. Nobody would ask questions at the Hog’s Head—that was rule number one of the seedy establishment. One didn’t talk about what one didn’t see, and the patrons made it a point to see nothing of what went on inside the inn. She gave him a date, then stepped out from their hiding spot. 