The hesitancy, the soft blush is...strangely endearing. Corrigan blinks a couple times, then looks back around the room, this time with the knowledge that this is Kurt's home, such as it is. Now that he's looking, he can see little personal touches -- a bright tablecloth beneath the coffee maker, a prism hung in the window to catch the light. Obviously they'd cleaned up, to make the best impression, but the room seems...warmer now. Different.

"Of course, I'd never want to impose on your privacy, Kurt," Corrigan says, glancing back to meet their eyes -- for the first time all interview, actually. His hand softens on the pillow, absently stroking it a couple times, gently. A caress. "What sort of manager would I be if I did, hm?"

There's a pause, then Corrigan pulls his hand away from the bed, tucking it into his pocket. "Ah, I'll be staying in the penthouse suite, so you'll have to give me some pointers on hotel living. If you'd -- show me there, next? I had my luggage sent up, but I'll never find it without help."