James nodded, finishing his glass of water and setting it down on the sink. "That makes sense."

After all, the hotel was full of its own dangers. Torture rooms, forced sex shows, or just the random demon itching to start a fight. Plus, whatever the fuck kept happening with the basement. And yes, James had to agree with Nezumi there; didn't hurt to be suspicious of the other sinners hanging around.

"Suppose it must be, then," he nodded, looking away. He wasn't sure what to do from here, but he'd have to check who was still around. Part of him was worried he'd find Jim gone, or worse yet, settled down with someone else. Whatever, he'd just work it out on his own. He'd always been on his own before anyway, so what difference did it make?

"Let's get going, then?"