"We'll see about that," was all he said to her offer of paying. He didn't like the idea, but he wasn't in the mood to argue with her about it now. He was too happy just to have her here.
He noticed the girl as they headed towards the elevator, but, like the cat he was, ignored her. He was used to girls finding him attractive; he was, after all. But he wasn't similarly impressed. When you'd been around as long as he had, it took more than a pretty face to distract you.
When the door opened, he gestured for October to enter before him. It was partly polite, partly because he liked elevators about as much as he liked cars.