Well, if that's not an invitation, then Lydia's not really sure what is and she's not even sure she can remember the last time she got invited back to someone's room. Certainly before whatever this place is, that goes without saying. She grins mischievously.

"Okay, lead on then," she says easily, brushing a piece of hair from out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear.

She's not exactly used to not being wanted; her mind goes there because it seems obvious enough to her where he's going with this whole thing. And again...look at the guy. Seeing whatever he wants to "show" her in his room sounds infinitely better than some creepy stepford party, anyway.