"Well, yes, but..." He picked his head up and turned it to the side so he could look at the clock. "When the good old clock strikes twelve..." He gave a shrug.
"Good point. I didn't even think about that part." But it was true. They'd have his head on a stick, and then some, before they let him go with her to the hotel. Or let him stay there, for that matter. "Makes me wonder why they even have it." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms lovingly.