Stevie observed the boy, smirking a bit. This arrogant asshole reminded Stevie of his days when he was that boy's age. Arrogant, Stupid, Thought people would actually buy that he was the second coming of Christ. He felt a spiritual bond with this guy. He showed off the necklace with the keycard attached.

"Here it is, but it's not leaving my sights anytime soon." Stevie started. "I think we were meant to meet in this room. I can tell that even though you're dressed like an employee, your eyes and faces tell me that you're only here to make money. Just like me."

Stevie reached into the pocket of the Cruise Crazie he killed with the vodka bottle and found a wallet. He tossed it to Devon. 

"We both are in an interesting situation youngster, with a distinct advantage. We're on a cruise ship right? One where the ticket to the worst rooms cost $45,000. Then there must be a safe where that money is kept. Maybe in the places where this keycard can get us. If we team up, I protect you, you protect me. When we reach that safe. We'll split the money 60-40, and get the hell off this thing! And don't worry...you'll get the sixty...youngster."

Stevie offered his hand, he would probably be true to his word, of course not mentioning the real reason he wants extra protection.