"/Are you crazy?/" Miguel demanded, pushing himself up off of the bed. He gave the bed a glance and frowned. And it had looked so nicely made a minute ago. Miguel was clearly more upset that he'd been attacked than embarassed by the other man's nudity. He gestured to the cart, a sweeping, almost crazy gesture. "Housekeeping!"
And, once again, he held out the logo on his shirt for Kaz to inspect, as if Kaz might really doubt he was housekeeping.
At least he had stopped trying to kill him.
Miguel drew himself together a little, pausing to take a deep breath. Placing his hands on his hips in a somewhat feminine gesture. Alright. The fight was over. Miguel, for one, could be reasonable about this. He pointed to the door behind Kaz, explaining, "No sign."
How was he supposed to know Kaz wasn't to be disturbed under penalty of death?