Stop her

"I don't need my own room."

Layla stops, her cheeks flushing. "Oh... Are you sure?"

He is. "I am."

"Hm." The older woman smacks her lips. "Well, I'm quite tired... I think I have a toothbrush you can use... No offense, but unlike my bed I'm not keen to share that."

Smiling, no offense was taken.

A few minutes later Ethan is in Layla's bathroom brushing his teeth. He can hear his busty hostess moving about the house, engaging in several other pre-bedtime rituals. She's in the bedroom one minute, then back downstairs the next. If Ethan didn't know any better, he'd say she was nervous, but he suspects it's a tad deeper than that.

Finishing up, he exits the bathroom, hearing Layla yell from downstairs. "I'll be up in a minute!"

Smiling and shaking his head, Ethan second-guesses his assessment. Moving into the bedroom, Ethan looks at the large bed. It's freshly made, likely what she was doing in the room, with one corner of the cover peeled back slightly. Ethan assumes that's the side he's supposed to sleep on.

Looking down at himself, he's still in Aaron's clothes... That won't do.