Arthur had a great deal of money, and though the vast majority of it was invested in various currencies and in various institutions around the world, he also carried plenty liquid, as he was an international criminal, and international criminals often found it necessary to grab whatever was in sight and run. Fortunately he had found someone in the City will to convert to euros, but as he wasn't ready to go into business for himself yet, he was on a very careful budget. This motel happened to be the cleanest he could find on the scrupulously calculated budget he'd put together.
He stepped out of his room and pocketed his key. He didn't fit the environment, not in the least, and if Sam was looking for something out of place, a lanky man in a tan Calvin Klein probably didn't go with the motel's peeling front. Arthur pocketed his hands and moved down the walk, his eyes narrowing a little as he approached Sam and his vantage point. He was sure that room had been empty the night previous. Arthur tilted his head. It wasn't often he had to do that; Sam had four inches on him. "Just get in?" he asked, casually.