He was cute Eames decided of his changed roommate. Exactly the sort that he would have likely taken home for a night if the opportunity had presented itself to him. But it certainly didn't seem like anything had happened, after all they were both still dressed as he'd said.
"Well this is interesting." He admitted, because he might not remember how he'd gotten there, but something had certainly happened. Everything about this hotel was strange and interesting really. He didn't really know what to make of it, not just waking up in a new room with a new face there sharing it with him, but all of it.
He huffed softly, grinning, amused at the assumption and nodded. "You are quite right there," He assured him. "Eames," He introduced himself, sitting up and throwing his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up, scrubbing a hand over his face as he got his bearings. "I don't suppose this is all yours." He gestured vaguely to the various items near the bed he'd woken up in, there was obviously someone who was supposed to be in this bed, and that someone was not him.