Smiling faintly at his reaction, visible in his features, to her touch, she stands as he invites her to his room. "Of course." She picks up her clutch and walks with him toward the elevator, feeling his arm slip around the curve of her waist.<br/><br/>"Here it is entirely up to you. You can tip or not, everyone here is paid well enough that, unlike some places, they don't have to depend on their tips to survive." She smiles as they ride the elevator upward, and step off on his floor, her heels silent against the carpeted hallway.