A small smile, not surprised but not cocky either, settled on his mouth, and looked as though it hadn't spent much time there lately. He snagged the bottle, skipped the glasses, and cocked his head away from the bar toward the lobby.

His room was out of the question, since River could show up at any time. No one was in Rebekah's old room, but that felt wrong. "On a scale between polite and major redecorating, how much privacy do we need?"