"There's a first time for everything," Roger retorted, and then he mused, "and if it were ever to happen, in Los Angeles' traffic would not surprise me."
Another set of stairs, taken much more carefully, and another lift - Roger was starting to get anxious about this surprise again.
When the elevator stopped he was led another short distance, and then Simon's hand left his elbow.
There was the click of tumblers falling into place around a key. "You haven't blindfolded me for some sort of clandestine dirty rendezvous, have you? Because really, uglywugs, it isn't a very good secret at this point -"