Oliver only half glanced over his shoulder towards the door. The boy who carried their luggage about, then into the room. He payed little attention. He was more enjoying of the view out the window. That was his little world. To the entire point where all he did was hear what Jackie was saying.
Not knowing that she was going to change, he followed into the room. "Well. I was just curious." He stated as he found the bed. Running a hand over the soft covers he sat down on it. It was soft. Not his kind of bed. He liked firm beds. Firm beds, soft pillows. He glanced over to her seeing she was removing clothes, then quickly adverted his eyes. "I sort of missed hearing it that way. That's why I didn't correct it."