At the imminent tea-stain danger to Sadie's imaginary hemline, Dantalion swept her up with the ease (and boredom) of one practiced in such acts of chivalry. (He wasn't, really, but it wasn't hard to lift a swooning woman like a sack of potatoes.)
(He tried to be more graceful than that.)
"Who are you?" he murmured aloud, wondering if she - or someone else - might give him an answer.
He carried her to the bed he conjured for the purpose, but paused on the way there, in front of the door. "What lies behind there, I wonder," he asked aloud, giving it a testing tap with his booted foot.