"I'll be up for quite a while longer, yes." He smiled. "If you'd like, I can check in on you periodically. Or sit by your door." He smiled back at her, dabbing at his mouth with his napkin.
He hadn't been there, but at the whorehouse, he'd seen enough girls who had been ill used by johns, and Michelle looked like all of them combined together, every incident in one girl. He knew that she needed someone without contact, someone she could trust.