Dan couldn't help it, his gaze followed her hand to where it briefly rested against his chest. It seemed incredible, that he would still be responding to her mere touch under the circumstances, but he found that it was an effort to look away. Only when she began to speak did he manage to drag his eyes back to her face.
The idea of enjoying the Palace or any of its luxuries seemed a remote one. He would forever associate the hotel with the insufferable, immoral Chuck Bass. It seemed almost an embodiment of the boy that he loathed. But he could at least try, Serena made it sound so appealing and he owed it to her to be a good sport.
"Well, it might fall a bit short on the glamorous date scale, but I think that plan sounds great," he answered truthfully, a small smile returning to his face. "You think we can just... sneak into the kitchen?"
It was clear that despite everything, Dan still didn't operate in the same world as Serena. Just being in this ostentatious hotel sat uncomfortably with him, the idea of waltzing into the kitchen felt even more foreign.