He glanced backwards, then felt his hand being grasped from afront. His first reaction was to pull away and finish whoever was bold enough with a knee jab, but the noise of the crowd reminded him to control his instincts. Plus, he was intrigued by the man's voice though he was hidden away by the sardine packed crowd. The officers pushed past them and he tightened his grip on the man and glanced nonchalantly at the officers, picking up his pace and following closer behind the man. Avoiding a snigger as the lead officer growled and led his men away. There really was no reason to continue on this facade, but he followed the man all the same. Better safe than sorry after all and he would only be safe when he was behind closed doors.

 And a hotel wasn't exactly the most closeted of places but it would have to do. And he could get a better look at the man that had pulled him, able to study him for the first time. He wasn't..bad looking and from how he dressed, definitely not a prostitute then. Perhaps just another man trying to escape being arrested, the police were going crazy looking for the single male tourists after all, arresting anyone on sight. Understandable that anyone wanted to avoid the hassle. He turned, about to find a way out back and hop on the nearest plane out of here. 

 [i]"Yes, we'll keep an eye out for any single guests. Yes, officer..."[i] A voice caught his attention and he glanced at the hotel manager on the phone, standing not a few feet away. The chubby man looked back at him, phone still cradled in the folds of his double chin. He didn't break the he contact until he did and then satisfied, strode towards the man from earlier. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he leaned on the desk, "Did you get our room already?" He asked, glancing at the receptionist who fidgeted, uncomfortable under his gaze and had to just confirm, "Ah, one room sir?" 

 Chared leaned over, his gaze intensifying as he looked the man in the eye and growled, "Was he wrong the first time?" The receptionist raised an eyebrow, hiding behind his clipboard, but did not try to argue, turning to get their room key. Meanwhile, Chared rested his head on the man's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Act natural, the staff are working under police instruction." He turned and smiled as the receptionist returned, taking the key card from him and requesting the bell boy. One arm slung around the man, he led him to the lift, "Come, we can check out the bar after our room." He purred in his ear as the receptionist stared wearily after them, wondering if he had really just assigned a one bedroom room to two men.