The young man thought for a moment, tapping his fingers, giving her a good look up and down, and fighting the images that brought to his imagination. He was fairly obvious about it, and his officious manner was gone.<br/><br/>"Well, there isn't any hotel with a Hotspring in the Basement. But the Flightless Crane has one next door. Will that do?"<br/><br/>He smiled apprehensively.