A few moment later…
Orva was handed a cup of steaming tea after they settled inside the luxurious suite. It was the usual kind she'd known he liked, fancy beds, fancy curtains, kingly meals and neat surroundings, he's not playing disguise this time.
"What's with you and fancy rooms, Sinclair?" She questioned him.
"I don't know…, I guess they are attractive?" He shrug his shoulders as if to question why she was asking a obvious question.
"You can never totally separate from your money-"
"No- can't do!" He answered very quick.
"Not even for a whole week?!" Orva teases him slightly.
"Nope!"
"Imponderable, Imposingly, arrogant pickaxe…" She muttered lowly under her breath.
"What did you call me?" He confronts her with a frown on his face.
