Jack arched an eyebrow at Kurt's response to the suggestion of room service.<em>Something in the food? Yeah, I suppose that's as good a vector as any.</em>He nodded thoughtfully to himself. "Well, the pizza was an outside delivery." he replied. "Should taste okay even reheated." He glanced around. "I hope no one is vegetarian at any rate, otherwise you may be a little out of luck."<br/><br/>Jack watched as Kamala spoke her part and then vacated the booth, finding it hard not to enjoy the smooth lengths of leg revealed.<em>Down boy.</em>he chided himself with a smile.<em>Business before pleasure, remember?</em><br/><br/>Jack slid out before anyone else could move into the booth. "In that case, let me offer you all my hospitality." He gestured in the direction of the lifts with a flourish. "Ladies and gentlemen?" His eyes flicked back to Kamala.<em>I wonder just what kind of girl you are?</em>he thought, with a small smile,<em>And, for that matter, what kind of trouble you would be willing to get yourself into?</em>