He noticed how pointed her gaze was and arched an eyebrow. "You don't get over a concussion in a day or two... And a bottle of Scotch doesn't help." Nik breathed carefully through the momentary wave of nausea. Yeah, he needed to eat something.
Thinking carefully for a moment, he decided a free lunch was a free lunch. He gestured with his chin for her to follow him in then started towards his room. "I'll be right back... Make yourself at home I guess."
Then he disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him to dry off further and get dressed. Well. Mostly dressed anyhow. This was his suite and he was going to be comfortable damn it.