"If we ever eat dinner here again, we must make sure we eat dinner beforehand." So laughable, good thing they weren't coming here with high hopes.

"Though we still have money left. We can go elsewhere for more food later. Or stay here and annoy them by calling the room service twenty times."

Either way, it is definitely time to leave. Emet-Selch picks up his wine glass to finish the whole thing off in one, slow gulp before standing and heading towards the hotel elevators.

Of course they have a concierge inside, because pressing buttons is too above rich people apparently, so not even the ride up is a private affair. Emet-Selch simply leans against the mirrored wall, letting their fingers intertwine until they finally reach the rooftop.

"Finally..." some privacy at last.