Davy was not happy with the mental attack he received earlier that day. All it said was Guilty. Davy was guilty for a lot of things... at this point he could only tell the poor sap to get in line like the rest of the thousands of souls he doomed for enternity.
To get his minds off of such things he retreated back to his usual and now favorite spot in the hotel since he still wasn't allowed (nor really wanted- especially today) to leave the building. He entered with a cup of tea only to meet the lass he let from earlier and the witch he was not supposed to meet or talk to ever.
"Bullocks." He turned to leave and pivoted on one foot. He thought against it and paused. After all, he could just grab the book he had been reading... he pivoted again with a twitch of his face (it just wasn't the same without the tentacles) and went over to the bookcase to grab his book.