It worked - for about five minutes. For until they got out of the lobby, and then King turned on Aiden. "And who are you?" His bodyguard had a grip on Aiden's front in seconds, his eyes narrowing. He didn't lift Aiden or anything - but only because King stopped him with a quick: "Probably a reporter."
His eyes flicked up and down Aiden - the briefest of glances, but he'd already taken the other man in. "So, what newspaper is it? What is it you think you need?" Cold and completely polite.