Lobby.
He gave her a crooked expression when she turned toward him with the infallible argument that men just wouldn't understand. "I guess not," Trenton said before bounding up the stairs after her. He not only met Isobel on her stair, but surpassed it. Giving a predatory swat to her sheeted backside, he jogged up three or four more stairs before turning. His invigoration bordered on the unholy, nobody should look like they felt so good after being stabbed and drinking who knows how much of the green fairy in the night previous. He sprinted backward for another couple of stairs, hitting the third floor landing with a smile.
"Get ready, I'm talking dressed to the nines, baby.. meet me upstairs, and I'll take you out for a real breakfast."