"Oh please don't bring that curse on us. We're already here," he managed to laugh. The half a glass of scotch settling into his system. Her cheery disposition countered his own morbid aura. They had to look like day and night to any would-be ghosts haunting the corridors of the unusual hotel.
Taking a seat adjacent to her, moving the pillows around to make it more comfortable, he smiled. Glass held out toward her, his body leaned toward her rather than into the cushions. "Please."
"You would think a vacation would do me better, but this was not what I had planned."