Ryan was very much a sexual person, that was likely a known fact with the humor he possessed and all. He did have lots of banter on the subject and subtle puns to throw out. "No secret sex dungeon at your place either? I'm actually surprised right now." He jokingly added, laughing.

"I do like sports, I'm a bit weird about sports because I enjoy watching football and basketball but it's like I'm super passionate about a certain team like I know some people are." He said with a chuckle, watching her roll one of the pool balls to the other side of the table. "Awww, I'm sure you'll do better now. You can actually see the table this time." He teased her with a small laugh. "As said, I'm not that good myself. Who knows, maybe you'll maybe be able to distract me and I just lose all focus on the game."

"See? This is why people think I'm going to corrupt you." He added with a laugh as she fluttered her eyelashes. "Between you and I, I wouldn't be surprised. Coyle seems like a crazy on herself, so." He chuckled.

"I know, but I just enjoy the sports in themselves. I know some people will just watch or go to games of whatever team they back, I'm more of fan of the sports in general, you know." He smiled when she mentioned fútbol in a Spanish accent. "Oh, then I guess I should study sports more in-depth in that case. Also, did you mean soccer? I'm very American, I don't know what a fútbol is." He jokingly stated, laughing. "I actually did go to a soccer match while I was touring in Brazil and in England too. They were fun." Ryan threw his hands up sarcastically. "I can't make any promises, baby. I need to teach you properly what I know, even if it means my hands roaming a bit." He told her with a sly smile. "Well just one more room for you to see here, before going upstairs."

He took a left when exiting the recreation room, a hallway now leading to another door that was by a window that showed the opposite side of the house that the kitchen windows shown. Ryan opened the door and took a step inside. It was his office and music room, clearly shown by the iMac on a large office table with a leather office chair in front of it. On the walls were a few of the signature guitars he had made. In the opposite side of the room to the side, there was a mantelpiece that had the various awards he had won over the years as a recording artist and some gold and platinum plaques hanging from the walls. The most obvious feature of the room were the various racks that had guitars neatly hanging from them and cabins filled with pedals and effects for them. "You know, I think you'll probably notice that I really don't keep anything that says I'm a musician except in this room. I don't want to feel like a musician anywhere else in this place but here. I usually have this door closed since I don't like being, 'So here are my awards and many guitars.'" Ryan chuckled, turning around to look over at Izzy.

OOC: Meant to add a 'not' in the prior post before super passionate. My bad. :P

"For some reason people just think that. As if I have some control over women where I turn them into different people too. I liked you as I met you, I don't want to transform you into anything you're not. I don't want to date the female version of me." He added with a small laugh.

Ryan nodded his as he smiled. "Soccer fans are definitely more passionate in other countries where that's their main sport. I really noticed that going to an Arsenal game in London a few months ago while touring overseas. It was fun to see." He chuckled at her comment about being another room in the home, just downstairs. "No, no, babe. We have to go upstairs before we can actually say we're upstairs. There's not magical room that takes you upstairs in this house." He laughed.

He looked around in the room, it was really his personal music space for whenever he was home. It was a goal of his to avoid any reminders of his profession while he was home. He thought of it as a doctor who didn't take a human heart he transplanted and put it in the living room on this display. "I like this room, it's kind of a nice hideaway if I ever feel the urge to be a musician while at home and do any North Hill work here too." He walked over to his many guitars, admiring them as she mentioned them. "I own over 300 guitars by last count a few years ago. I have some here, other in the studio next door, and some even in LA. I go overboard with them." He laughed, shrugging his shoulders once he looked back over at her. "I'm just uncomfortable with showing off those accolades. When your parents do it that's cute, but I don't want to be the person who has a four times platinum plaque hanging in the living room and being nonchalant about it."

Ryan smirked, nodding his head. "Yeah, that's quite passionate to say the least. I'm more of a football and basketball fan, mostly because that's what I mainly saw growing up. Maybe we'll go on a date to a Lakers game or something soon." He leaned against a counter looking at Izzy while she spoke. "I don't like feeling like a musician when I'm home. It's really nice that I can just be a regular guy at home. I think some people think I'm just walking around the house naked and playing guitar." He chuckled. "Really? Even in the kitchen? Well, I that's proof that your parents love you." He laughed softly, running a hand through his hair. "Thank goodness I got with the gorgeous Merjos, then. Hayden isn't my type. Maybe I could give you some guitar lessons so you can get the hang of it." He smiled over at her. "Do you wanna go upstairs now and see our room?"

Ryan laughed at her obvious joke. "Oh god, you're such a 21 year old girl. At least you said which uniform you like best and not which team has better looking players." "I'm sure your parents are just really proud, rightfully so. It's kind of like when they put up your exam on the fridge when you get an A, except it's more like, 'Look! My daughter won Album of the Year!'" He chuckled, smirking slightly. "Oh, don't be too disappointed. I'm sure you'll see me naked enough the next few days to make up for it." He winked back at her before laughing softly. "That's okay, I'll just try to teach you the basics. No eight-minute blues solos for you yet." He jokingly added.

Once she agreed, he took her hand and led her out of his office/music room. "I'll let the door open since you already saw it." He chuckled. He pointed at another door they pass by on the same hallway. "That's one of the bathrooms downstairs, no secret dungeon." He teased, going back to her earlier joke. They went back to the living room and he led her up the wooden staircase, taking a left once upstairs. "There are three spare guestrooms, you can explore them at will." He opens the door to the master bedroom, which had a restful vibe, that kept with the Western theme the rest of the house had with light wood built-ins and polished wood floors. The obvious eye-catcher was the large king sized bed with plaid sheets on it and pillows that matched. It had many built in lights on the ceiling and a lamps on each bedside table. The pair of floor-to-ceiling windows provided a higher view of the beautiful nature scenery outside with a pair of small vintage love seats. Ryan opened another door to reveal the bedroom inside the room and on the opposite side of the room slid a door open to show the massive walk-in closet. "As you can see, I'm very modest when it comes to my home." He told her with a laugh as he looked around the room.

"Okay, if that's the case, I'm not going to any sports game with you. I get a tad bit jealous." A small chuckle escaped his lips as he shooks his head over at her. "Fine, fine, I'm sure we'll be settled in by then." He laughed, scratching the side of his head for a moment.

Ryan brought a hand to his forehead, shaking his head as she commented on the plaid sheets. "What can I say, Iz? I do like my plaids. Be thankful I don't have denim sheets. I need a large bed too, I am 6'3" here." He said with a small laugh. He stood by the door of the walk-in closet as she walked in to take a closer look at it. "This did not come with the house, actually. I had it done soon after I moved in. I don't hate it." He added with a smile as he walked into the closet as well. He tapped on two polished wood cabins, opening one of the drawers to reveal just taste of his ample watch collection placed neatly in either their original boxes or protective sleeves. "If you ever plan on robbing me, here's where I keep most of my watch collection." He revealed to Izzy laughing.

"Nice save, Isabel, you." He told her with a wink and sly smile. "Well you have yet to see the backyard completely and the guest house either. Do you wanna take this closet home with you now, babe?" Ryan replied with a soft chuckle. "At least there's plenty of space, so you don't have to live out of your suitcase if you don't want to for the next few days."

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. "Many people would argue against me and stylish being used in the same sentence. I liked your sheets, though. I'm someone who either likes plaids or just solid colors." He smirked at her as she kept being taken aback by the walk-in closet, which made him laugh. "You really are in love with this closet. I feel like you might just keep dating me for knowing this now." Ryan jokingly told her with a small laugh. "As you've probably noticed, I don't go anywhere or pretty much do anything without wearing a watch. It's debatable whether I have more guitars or watches. I have watches for more special occasions, everyday watches, sporty watches and the like. I know girls love shoes, so these are my shoes per say." He opened another drawer to reveal a few more to her. "Of course you can touch them, I'm not that possessive over them. Now if you drop them..." He paused putting on a serious face before laughing. "Holding my watches over my head. Good call, Izzy."

"Well the house has ended, you can explore the spare bedrooms and such at your own pace, honey. The guest house and backyard we can check out later." Ryan chuckled, as he brought an arm to wrap around Izzy's waist. "I think you would do well in a house like this, just start dressing like the female version of me and barely visible driving a pick-up truck." He jokingly said laughing.

"Thank you for the compliment, Izzy. Since you are literally inside my closet, you can tell I own a lot of denim and plaids, lots of boots. Let's just say I'm a sticky situation in the middle of Summer." He laughed, looking around at the clothes that hung inside the closet. "You obviously have an eye for fashion though, with your own line and all. I could never have my own fashion line, I would lose a shit ton of money." He smirked. "What can I say? I'm a total watch person." He rolled up his sleeve to show the leather Patek Philippe watch that he currently had on his wrist more clearly. "When you're a watch person, you don't see it as just a watch, you know? I just love the detail that's put into creating these timepieces. No one really notices the dial of the watch or even care, but I do. I've also made a lot of great friends through this passion. I don't push it onto anyone. Although I have had people before who've asked me for help with buying their first watch, so." He raised an eyebrow once she took one of his watches in her hand mentioning that she was clumsy. "Baby, that is an all-gold Rolex Daytona reference 6263 with the limited edition Tiffany and Company dial." Ryan got the detail down of it to a tee, laughing and shaking his head as she put it down. "You aren't so innocent. Maybe there is a little troublemaker in there somewhere." He leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the lips before smiling down at her.

"Well we were just driving down here in a Ford Raptor, which is considered a pick-up truck. You can't drive a sports car or anything that show-off-ish in this area. That's how they know you're not from here." He told her with a smirk. "I also look cool in a pick-up truck? I just learn more about myself with you every day."

"Ideally for me, I can just throw on a white t-shirt, a plaid or flannel button up, and a denim jacket over that. Obviously I can't do that completely in the winter, but I try to keep some aspects of it. You'd look very cute in plaids, I'm sure of that." He chuckled, nodding his head as he looked at her closely, trying to imagine her wearing plaids. "Technically, babe, the one you picked up is gold." Ryan added with a small chuckle. "I do try to keep my watch talk to the friends I have who are watch people and collectors too. So I won't bore you with it all the time." He laughed softly as she kissed him back. He placed his hands on her hips. "Is that so? I guess I started dating you at a good time then. I don't mind the idea of my girlfriend being a tad bit bad, somewhat of a troublemaker."

Honor laughs as she hears Erica at her door. "Crazy." She was dressed in a cute pair of helloy kitty shorts and a white tank top. You could see her cheetah print bra underneath but she didn't care. As she opened the door, she smiled. "I'm making beef stew! You came just in time."