He's sitting at his bar stool behind the counter organizing his booze. It's late, he can't sleep so he's experimenting with making new drinks. He grumbles, his ears twitching in annoyance. Everyone was always so loud, now he has a head ache. At least he gets a little quiet. He picks up a whiskey bottle and takes a sip, but stops as he hears a knock on the hotel door. He slowly sets the drink down and raises a brow. He cautiously moves to the door and opens the door, on guard.