"All our things are here," the pirate shared, helpfully, since of course he'd had a look around when he wandered into this room carrying a great deal of confusion. "Your clothes and...whatever else," he added, since Killian didn't know if Stanley had received any gifts after being in the hotel for awhile. "It's a new room number - I suppose the place just wanted us to share?" Don't worry, he'd keep his hand(s) to himself. Mostly.
He also wanted to talk about Excalibur, but was distracted with how adorably disheveled Stan's hair was, he'd never seen curls do such riotous things before, in the dawn of a new day. Alright, but there'd be enough time to admire him later - focus, Jones. The cloaked, reptilian figures in his peripherals already disapproved of...whatever this was.