Helping the kid up was easy and Steve let his hands fall away quickly. In a Hell hotel you couldn't be too careful with someone that young. He would have liked to pull the kid into his arms for a hug though. Setsuna looked like he needed one. Or three. That smile was so sweet, it hurt him to see the worry take its place.

"It's not just residents here in the hotel. There's a staff as well. They call themselves demons and frankly, it seems like a pretty apt description. But some of them are vicious, and others are dangerous in . . . other ways. I'll explain more once we're out of the halls." He lead the kid along the halls until they got to his suite. Steve gestured Setsuna in first and left the door open as he'd promised, moving toward the fridge. He paused for a moment, hand on the door as he studied the kid with a faint smile.

"Not usually no. But I suppose . . ." Steve went to his own door, unlocking it and going inside to come back out with a bottle of scotch, "Just one. And only because I'm here."

It bothered him, the idea of giving liquor to a minor, but he could serve himself down at the bar, and it might well be drugged. Who would be watching to make sure Setsuna didn't hurt himself there? Or get taken advantage of? At least if it was just one glass, in his home, he could make sure the boy didn't run around impaired. That meant he was doing the responsible thing, right?