The hotel's insistence on them being naked was annoying. Conrad himself did not particularly care what others in the Crown Plaza did. If they chose to be apathetic towards the hotel's (presumed) attempt to irritate them and stroll around in the nude, then so be it. But the Brit preferred to keep himself covered in at least some capacity, if only for the sake of being polite. Not everyone was fine with looking at other people's naked bodies and Conrad wanted to respect that.
So, whenever he did leave his room, he made sure to wrap himself in a towel or sheet, even if he knew it would fall off or disappear by the time he was on his way back.
Inside the privacy of his room, though, Conrad didn't bother trying to hide himself. He was down to one sheet and was doing his best to save it, just in case they really needed something from the kitchen.
Conrad had invited Wes over out of courtesy. He knew his friend had already experienced an awkward naked encounter with his roommate once and having to go through it again seemed unnecessary and awful. And to his credit, Conrad had been on his best behavior each and every time Wes needed to hide from Rogue or the rest of the hotel.
However, try as he might, Conrad hadn't been a perfect angel. Wesley might not have been as safe from wandering eyes as he had thought. But at least the Brit was trying not to objectify his friend. Currently, Conrad was leaning over Wesley's shoulder, his gaze skimming over whatever was being written..
"Hm, knowing this hotel, it'll make us climb a mountain while naked to retrieve our belongings." Conrad reached out, tapping the paper. "What's this?"