Bahorel sighs dramatically. "There's nothing else for it, indeed! We have the room; and there's the fireplace, so we can burn out the stink later." There's going to be a representative of the law in his rooms, after all. There will definitely need to be a cleansing once he's gone.

And if any of their rooms must be sacrified to such company, Bahorel's will at least strike back-- the spy will hate what he and Jehan have done with the place. So at least there's that for Bahorel to console himself with, if not quite cackle about. (But only not quite. It's a trial of his acting skills to keep a solemn face, it really is.)