Maeve smiles back at him, considering his thought and offer. She certainly wouldn't mind the escape, but there's a reason she always returns to the city. Something in her wants to stay where there are so many people so close, even with all the risk and toxicity that it exposes her to. She could take his offered house, and stay for a time. She'd enjoy it, and find some answers, but time would call her back. New York called to her.

"As much as I want to agree with you, I think the house is better in your hands. A quiet place for the time between hunts. If you take it, and need someone to check on the place when you disappear into the hunt, I think it could be good for me."

Maeve assumes he trusts her that much instinctively. The moment he let his guard down completely something changed. That isn't why she assumes. Something about the night has reminded her of what it was when she used to have duties. A time when she was trusted because there was no other choice. That may not be the case anymore, but she walks away knowing she is still capable though she is a child compared to the woman she was. That is no small victory.

Her smile is small, but sincere this time. "Complicated still seems to be the forerunner on that particular definition."