"You are safe," Andrew replied, in a low whisper all his own. He wasn't going to say that he was fine. He clearly wasn't. Andrew wasn't sure if he would even be walking if he hadn't been practically carrying him.
"Lord Percy," the man at the door said, eying them both speculatively. "Is the young man ill?"
Andrew fired back an icy stare, all business. "Apparently, he's had a rough go with some sushi." His hand was already in his pocket, digging for what seemed to speak the loudest. He thumbed bills, releasing them from the clip. His hard eyes met the other man's, someone who could easily leak this to the press. He pressed the bills into the man's hand with the same dead stare. "I've been alone in my room all night."
His nerves were jumping but he didn't show it. He knew the game well. He knew the art of the deal, he just didn't expect to have to make this one. The man looked back down at his hand. "Have a good night, Lord Percy."
Andrew's lips pursed before nodding curtly, and then he broke eye contact, heading for the elevators. When it arrived, he pulled Trystan in, closing the door immediately. He carded his free hand through his hair, waiting to arrive on his floor. "Doing okay?" he asked quietly, a stark contrast to the tone he took with the doorman moments ago.