"Apparently it's new. We've been...relocated?" Killian suggested, fingers tapping on Stan's knee as he watched the fellow with a bright blue gaze of interest. It seemed odd, but then again - what wasn't odd about this hotel? Obviously it could add or subtract rooms, shuffle things around, even people - and it was frustrating being at the whim of a building of all things.
But then again, if the powers-that-be were going to stick him in a room with Stan, he would go along with it. Keep doing what he was doing, plotting, deteriorating by the day. There was little choice but to play by the rules until he had all the curse ingredients he needed.
"Are you fully awake now? There's something we ought to talk about," he said, and he didn't just mean the excessive snogging.