Now that the host had made him aware of it, Lake remembered that he was pregnant and wearing a mating mark while standing next to a Mafia King.
That was a recipe for attention if he had ever seen one.
"A private room," He said to Davian who still held his hand.
Davian just looked expectantly at the host who scrambled to regain control of the situation.
"Of-Of course! Right this way please."
Even just walking by brought them a lot of attention. Lake had expected Davian to question his choice of a private room, even lightly, but that hadn't happened.
The question had been sprung on him, so there was no time to explain the reason behind his choice.
The host opened the door and gestured them into the expensive but simply decorated room, his smile strained.
The room was a small one, it only sat two, soft lights used to enhance the decor of the room.
