Thomas might have seemed like any other homeless New Yorker, sitting with his dog on the steps of a ritzy hotel, but as soon as the cab pulled up, his entire demeanor changed, and he stiffened somewhat like a man with a chip on his shoulder, or a mission to save the woman he loved. He'd picked up a pair of thick leather gloves, knowing he wasn't going to be able to resist touching her, when he got to her. it took all his will power not to storm the castle and take her for himself, with or without Harry.
He cleared his throat, and moved with the surge of Mouse's lunge toward Harry. He held the lead out to his brother, surrendering custody of the dog. Mouse easily shifted allegiance, and trotted over to Harry. Thomas looked to the doors of the hotel. "Let's do this thing."