He waves her into his room, which is generally gloomy in a medieval sort of way, however rich the furnishings are for his time, apart from the flourishing plant in the corner by the window that provides some actual signs of life.

"I could not imagine what would be sold at a 'gift shop' here." Though he does actually know what a gift shop is, these days. Mostly against his will. "I am also not so lacking as to scorn any gift from a lady." A complete and utter lie but he likes Annie and that's close enough.