I looked in confusion at his suitcase until the penny dropped. "Thanks, but I'm good. You can go."
"You have the credit card the reservation was booked under?"
I held out my hand for it. Drio kept walking, pulling the silver handle of the hotel's glass front door open and heading inside.
Since Rohan wasn't due to be here with Samson for a while, I'd been allowed to travel in normal person clothes instead of the easy access zipper-fest the guys were expecting. I kept my coat on and my head down for most of the check-in though, letting Drio handle it.
As baroque as the outside was, the inside was contemporary clean-lines. The black floors gleamed with a high-sheen polish, and the reception desk was a floating slab of the same black. Two long panels backlit in a burnt gold took up most of the wall behind the desk. An elevator bank was situated on the left, while a couple of steps at the back led to white linen tables in a small restaurant.