"Yeah, I don't think anyone could have predicted us to ever be dating." He chuckled. He closed his eyes as they kissed. If most of the time he was with her he already put his overthinking mind at bay, in moments like these, it was impossible to over-analyze anything. Ryan laughed as she pulled away, smirking as his hands slipped off her body. "Fine, fine. I did just buy this rug recently, don't want to get it dirty just yet." He winked at her before laughing again. He turned his body around looking back at the living room area. "There's the fireplace, if a night ever gets too chilly we can just fire that up. Like ever rom-com set in the winter." He told her with a chuckle, pointing at the wooden mantelpiece where it was.

He moved ahead to the next room, thinking following along behind him. "I'm of the belief that you can't have very modern furniture when you're living in a place like this. That's why you see so much wooden furniture. Don't worry the sofa back there is not wooden." He assured her with a smirk as they now stepped into the dining room. "Here's the dining room." He tells her as he steps into the room, two light, wooden cabins on either side of the matching dining table with four seats on each side and two lone on the corner ends. "There's the wine cabinet. Trust me, you're gonna see a lot of alcohol here." He laughed softly, pointing out the large wine cabinet with an assortment of many unopened wine bottles.

"Among other things that may or may not involve clothes on. But in general..." He laughed, running a hand through his hair as they walked along. Ryan chuckled as she mentioned needing him for some styling tips. "I would gladly help you, doll. I am fan of designing things, interior design included. Fun fact about me, I nearly quit music around 2006 to study design. I was actually pretty close to doing it. That's not something you'll find on my Wikipedia page." Ryan told her with a small laugh.

He turned around to look at her as they walked into the dining room, nodding his head. "We totally can. We might use that couch later so you don't hurt back." He smiled, chuckling under his breath. He leaned his body against one of the cabins as he looked over at Izzy while she spoke. "Jack Daniel's?" He questioned with an albeit amused faces before laughing lightly. "My goodness. I wouldn't have taken you as a Jack kind of girl. Jack and coke? Or do you drink it straight up?" He curiously asked. "I do have some bottles of Jack Not in this area though, this is just wine. You have yet to see the bar, that's in another room. I do enjoy some good whiskey and scotch, single-malt in particular."

"Yes, right around the time I was turning in my third album and the label owner around that time told me that my record sucked more or less, so I was tempted to get away from it. Then again I went to Berklee for a semester when I was 20 and gave that up too, so, likely wouldn't have made it as a designer." Ryan chuckled at her comment about her fashion sense when she was younger. "Oh, I'm sure little Izzy was fucking adorable though." He smirked, nodding his head. "That's fair enough. I'm sure someone has hacked it the few weeks to be like, 'Fuck off, Ryan! Stop trying to corrupt our Izzy!' I'm not saying your fans are crazy, but every artist does have some crazy fans."

Ryan listened as she spoke of her taste in alcohol. He laughed, nodding his head a little. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You need to be drinking whiskey for years before you can have it straight. I drink mine on the rocks." He chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, it's in the recreation room. I'll take you there in a bit." He shook his head. "No, no, it's not good for any singer to drink too much hard liquor. Especially with the throat surgeries I've had, I can't drink as much as I use to. I keep it to once in a while."

"I imagine that you say things like that very properly, honey. You're extremely nice to ever lash out in that professional environment." He told her, obviously being in situations like that before himself. "I'm just glad I'm not one of those artists that teenagers idolize. I don't think I could handle that kind of attention. I'd be extremely uncomfortable."

He nodded his head. "Well, at least you won't order a virgin piña colada then. If you did, I would tease you endlessly." He told her with a small laugh. "Yeah, as a singer, it's never good to get too much into hard liquor. That can really take its toll on your voice down the line. I learned a lot about how to protect my voice in the last few years." He shrugged. "My voice is doing better. Around this time last year I was in complete vocal rest. There was about a month there where I could not speak at all, even if I wanted to because after the surgery, had botox injected through my neck into my vocal chords to freeze them so the granuloma, which was this growth I had on my chords, so it could heal properly. And all of that botox has not cleared out yet." He explained to her while he tapped his neck. He was usually someone that moved his hands a lot when he spoke. "I did spend the last five or six months touring and I did a lot of singing, but my voice is not one hundred percent yet. I still can't sing very high which either prevents me from playing certain songs of mine or I need to do it a range lower."

"That's a good lesson to be taught. In a professional atmosphere that is particularly important because you don't want to have that reputation as someone who just lashes out for anything. I do have to give you your props, for a 21 year old, you do have a really good head on your shoulders." He told her with a smile. "Being someone who was a teenage boy, a long time ago. That's very true. Don't have me around when you have meet and greet with kids, I have no problem punching a 16 year old kid if he touches you inappropriate." He laughed, nodding his head. "I don't have that many small children as fans, but little kids like that are the some of most genuine fans I'd say. They aren't reading the gossips or anything, they actually like you for your music. They have no hidden agenda."

Ryan recalled back to his difficult period of two year or so that he went dealing with his vocal issues, that kept him off the road for nearly three years. "Oh yeah, totally, as you continue to get older your voice will change. This more of a forced time to change my voice a bit. Be it if you have an issue come up like I did or just growing older, you do have to adapt with the tools you have. Auto-tune can't keep you sounding like you're 20 forever." He chuckled. "It wasn't that physically painful, but it was more of a matter of knowing an impending doom was coming, you know. That same day I had the botox injected and the doctor told me, 'in two days you won't be able to make a sound for a month.' Probably, but I'm someone who, not only do I love what I do, but I also know the work I have to do to continue what I love doing, as well as being aware that if I'm not touring, a lot of people who work with me are not getting paid, they aren't making their living. That means a lot to me too."

"Which these days seems to be much harder to do than when I was coming up around that age. It's just a breath of fresh air with all the Lohan's and Cyrus' in the world." He chuckled, shrugging. "Why not? If anyone touches you inappropriately, I should have a right to punch them. Whether it's a 16 year old kid or not." He playfully argues back with her.

"Well it was no talking for a month, and then just a lot of self-imposed vocal rest where I wouldn't talk for a few days or a week. But hey, I probably talk as much as a girl too. I'm very long-winded, so it was a strange period of time." He chuckled. "All of that is over yes, just have to take care of these old pipes here." He told her with a small laugh as she grabbed his hand and kissed him on the cheek. Ryan smiled at her, nodding his head. "Alright, Izzy. This 'settling in' better be worth it." He told her with a laugh, using air quotes when he said the phrase. He interlocked their fingers in one hand as he now lead her into the next room, the kitchen area. "Now this is likely the most modern looking area." Most of it was wooden as well, including all the cabins and stools, but with a marble counter. There were three separate windows that showed the trees and green life outside, with another view of the mountains and a view to the guest house. "Now that we are actually in the kitchen, I forgot that I have not been here in a month in a half, so there is likely no food." He told her with a small laugh. "We might have to head back into town later for food. But we do have all the basics here to cook food if we wanted to. Everything is brand new because I have not cooked a lot here."

"Well you are seriously more nice than I am, I'd say they more along the lines of batshit crazy." He chuckled. "Fine, I won't hit any child. If they are over 18, I can hit them though. I think as is the case for most pop stars, they have huge female followings. I'm pretty sure my fanbase is more women than men too actually." He laughed as he made a nonchalant expression.

He nodded his head. "If you say so. I'm trusting you on that one Miss Merjos." Ryan turned around to look at her, taking a moment to look at his watch. "It's still early, we can probably make a trip down to the grocery store or go into town to eat out. We would have to pick up the ingredients so you can make one of your famous cakes or pies, don't exactly make a lot of pie here." He added with a faint laugh. "I've honestly mostly just cooked rice and chicken here." He told her with a chuckle, looking over out of the same window she was pointing out. "Yeah, that's the guest house right there. I'll show that too so you can check out the recording studio there."

"Okay, okay. If I could be with you 24/7, I would be though. I'd make a great bodyguard." He stated with a small chuckle. "Now I wouldn't go that far. I like to think that my fans are mostly sane since they aren't that young most of them. And when their fawning over me at a show, that's because of the alcohol." He laughed, shaking his head.

"Good point, Iz. I still want to take you out one of these days. You will not have a better steak than here in Montana, I promise you that." Ryan assured her with a smirk, nodding his head. "I could do with some cookies. I would like for my house not to be burned down, but I trust that you know your way around the kitchen well enough to not burn it down. Plus you'll have me as your assistant." He told her, a laugh escaping his lips. "Yeah, I figured I'd turn it into a recording studio. I actually haven't used the studio much. I only did a few demos last year and that kind of thing, but haven't recorded anything you've heard on an album here. The real magic happens upstairs." Ryan winked at Izzy as he he moved closer to where she was, planting a small kiss on her lips.

Ryan shook his head, laughing. "Shut up, Izzy." He nodded his head as she spoke. "Yeah, I do have to show you around. There's a lot to do here that I'm sure you've never done before too." He laughed, likcing lips. "I'm always willing to get a little dirty, honey. If we're on the same page about what's dirty and messy." He thought about her question for a moment before shaking his head with a sly smirk. "No, I'm really not subtle. Plus if I have you to myself the next few days, I don't need to be subtle, doll." He told her with a smirk before leaning down to kiss her lips softly. "No, no, I'll get the bags. You just stay here and make yourself at home." Ryan pulled away from her, grabbing her hand so she can walk along with him. "But the tour isn't over yet, there are still two rooms I have to show you down here, then take you up so you can see your room... well, our room." He told her with a smile as they walked out of the kitchen back to the living room, but taking a left instead of a right where the dining room was located and sliding a glass door open.

"This is the recreation room. This is where the bar is, so things get very recreational." He stated with a chuckle. The room did have a bar located at the corner of the room with a couple of stools in front of a marble counter table. It had another sofa with recliners on each side too, facing a large screen TV. A pool table was also seen on the opposite side of the room and another fireplace. "It's the kind of room where you just decompress in."

"Goddammit." Ryan snapped his fingers, sighing out as he tried to sound disappointed. He looked at her, smiling when she mentioned she felt at home already. "I'm happy you already are, babe." He laughed, shaking his head. "You mean like a sex dungeon? No, no, there's no sex dungeon here, honey." He told her with a wink and chuckle.

He walked around the room, almost making himself re-accustom with his own home. "It's no man cave, I feel like for that I would need to have some sports stuff up and maybe a bear's head above the fireplace. I do have a musician cave somewhere in this house" He laughed. Ryan moved over to where Izzy was by the pool table, smirking. "I'd be happy to teach you some pool. I'm not the best at it, but I could teach you the basics. Maybe after dinner we'll have a pool match and I'll make you a Jack and coke."