Daylan
Really Really Experienced
"That's a shame, but I understand." The blonde nods, before standing and taking his hand. "Then I'll make sure to convince you." She smirks.
"We'll see," is Dylan's reply as he starts to lead her towards the exit.
There is indeed a cheap hotel in walking distance. The kind where they expect last minute arrivals due to delays or complications with other arrangements so there is always a room open. Of course, the quality of the room is about what one would expect for the price. Clean enough with a TV, a single bed, and a bathroom but that is about it and probably not worth thinking too deeply about what some of the discolored marks on the wall or carpet might be from.
Still, that is serviceable enough for what needs to be done and Dylan plops his bags on the bed, starting to root around for items he will need as he looks at his companion. "Might want to start stripping now," he says, "this won't take long to set up. Oh and this may seem an odd time to ask but I never got your name, Ms..."