Dean rolled his eyes at Mika being grumpy about the free room.  He pushed her down the corridor as people watched them, narrowing their eyes as they passed.  He decided to defend the woman at the counter, knowing that doing so could go terribly wrong, “I don’t think she saw you.  And for people like these?  I’m exciting.”

He gave a small chuckle, and also a questioning look down the corridor as he thought over how weird it was that rich people found him so interesting.  He had to admit that it was probably the “good girl/bad guy” trope come to life.  Shaking the questions from his mind, he reached the door of their room.

“Here we go, madam…”, he quipped, sliding the key card into the door and shoving it open.  The light came on automatically, showing that they not only had a king bed, but they had a whole suite to themselves.  The room was massive, sporting a jacuzzi tub, a king sized bed, and a whole living room, “Whoa…and all this on account of being a fixer upper? There are chocolates on the pillows!"

He rolled Mika inside, parking the wheelchair near the couch, in case she wanted to try and transfer.  Though, he had plans to help her, as soon as he was finished checking the room out.  He felt too dirty for the white sheets, and stainless steel sinks.  He touched anything he picked up with two fingers, making sure to not smudge the shine on anything in the room.