Kaz really hadn't been quite sure what to do with the intruder, but was busy mulling the possibilities as he heard the heavily-accented "Housekeeping!" squeaking from the man. Housekeeping? This earl- He looked at the clock. Damn. Did sleep late, didn't I?
As he lay there on top of the horrified Hispanic, a brief glimpse of a tabloid cover featuring a bare-ass naked Kaz, this young man underneath, a bed, and a headline trumpeting Kaz's Bermuda Hijinks! popped into his mind. Repulsed, he quickly jumped off of the man and the bed, thumping into the housekeeping cart as he did so. "Ow," he grunted, quickly grabbing a pillow and covering himself while he made sure no paparazzi were hanging around at precisely the wrong moment. "Um, yeah, sorry about that, Paco... guess I just overreacted." On the plus side, at least it had been someone who was highly unlikely to be a fan anyways.