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He can't really tell Ivy the real reason why they don't go to his place, mostly because he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to admit the truth, that while he likes Ivy, and he does, there's only one woman he really wants to see in his apartment, in his bed.
She invades his thoughts, little Miss Iowa does, images of her wearing his shirt the night he called her over to his apartment, of her sitting in his lap just before she says it's not gonna happen.
Instead, he tells her a quick, easy lie, knowing she'll believe it.