In the world that Alec knows, the only person who will lift a finger to save his life is Richard St. Veir, and that was who he expected. He lived here as well, so it was a likely choice.
He has no idea who this blond man is. His first thought was that the man in black owed the second arrival money... although that didn't explain why the other one had been following him... Alec's head hurt trying to think about it.
"No, I'm not all right," he said in a clipped, petulant tone. He sat up and pushed his hair out of his face. If it was longer, it wouldn't be so much trouble all the time. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
The appropriate reaction was 'thank you.' It won't forthcoming. "These rooms are taken."
Except... now that he was waving his hand at them and looking around, he wasn't sure they're quite... the right ones. Confused, he scowled at the nearby chaise, as if it had done something wrong.
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He has no idea who this blond man is. His first thought was that the man in black owed the second arrival money... although that didn't explain why the other one had been following him... Alec's head hurt trying to think about it.
"No, I'm not all right," he said in a clipped, petulant tone. He sat up and pushed his hair out of his face. If it was longer, it wouldn't be so much trouble all the time. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
The appropriate reaction was 'thank you.' It won't forthcoming. "These rooms are taken."
Except... now that he was waving his hand at them and looking around, he wasn't sure they're quite... the right ones. Confused, he scowled at the nearby chaise, as if it had done something wrong.