He didn't answer her until after they had ascended to the second floor and he fumbled through his pockets to find the door key. Nathaniel popped the door open and then handed the key to her, other hand rubbing his temple and trying vainly to stop the intake of thoughts, to regain control of his own mind.
"I have the room until the end of the week," he grumbled as he held the door open for her to enter and then followed after her. "Keep the key, I have a second." While it wasn't a direct acknowledgment of her 'thank you', that he offered her the chance to stay beyond one night, and even assumed she would, was about as close to a 'you're welcome' he was likely to come.
The room itself was one of the better rooms the hotel had to offer, a three room suite: sitting room, small kitchen, and bedroom with attached bath. The sitting room had plush carpeting and a fine leather sofa with large flat screen television opposite. The kitchen had a two person table, mini stove and fridge. And the bedroom had a lovely view of downtown Westchester - which was completely obscured by the thick curtains already drawn shut. The attached bath was large and was clearly the highlight of the suite - all marble with a walk-in shower and a separate bowl tub that could easily fit four people.
Nathaniel shrugged off his coat and tossed it on the couch as he passed and made his way to the bedroom. If what he did could not be called 'flopping' down on the bed (1, king sized), it was very close.
"Order some breakfast for the morning, if you would," He said, voice clearly relaying the pain he was feeling from the effort of trying to shut out the noise.