Rhys looked at the jacket handed to him. By the Cauldron, he wished for a damn towel to dry off. However, the High Lord found his manners. "Thank you. Yes. I'm newly arrived. What gave it away?" he asked with a smirk.
A moment later, some woman in a business suit handed him keys, a card, a phone, and offered a few words including can't leave.
"So, no only can't I leave, I'm in the human realm...without clothes." Shit, without his blades too and for the first time Rhysand, the unflappable High Lord of the Night Court felt actual concern.