“Thought you would never ask!” Waltz replied and walked the troll girl off the dance floor. “But you should know I prefer to lead; on the dance floor<em>and</em>off.” He cautioned her as they went to get their coats…and their guns. They had only just met – business acquaintances, basically – so Waltz opted for a hotel room instead of taking her home. Funny how he would trust Fury with his body – and on the run with his life – but not his stuff. He was used to sleeping in stranger’s beds but he tried to keep his own to himself.<br/><br/>Another advantage of a hotel room of course was that they had free choice of scenery. Check in on 'lover's lane' was Japanese Style – fully automated – with a kiosk that gave virtual tours of the rooms on offer. “So where do you go to relax?” Waltz asked as he scrolled through the rooms. It was an upper scale love hotel – Waltz’s …<em>professionalism</em>… demanded nothing less – so they were all clean. The only choice was what you wanted to have around you when you played. “Something classical and serene? Spa feeling?” He quoted excerpts from the room’s description. That meant natural wood furniture and white towels. “Or something a bit more…well…pink?” He asked, showcasing the next room that kinda looked like a teen girl’s bedroom before quickly scrolling past it. “Passion, fire, water?” He quoted again. This one had a big hot tub in lieu of a bed. “Or something from the ‘basement’ menu?” The screen showed red furniture with black leather upholstery decorated with chains and hitching points in stainless steel.<br/><br/>