Kerr rolled his eyes and laughed, rubbing his right hand back and forth across the top of his head as the rest of him stretched. "I\'ve told you, you don\'t need to thank me!" he exclaimed, finishing his stretch and dropping his hands back to his hips. His tie was long gone (tucked into his jacket pocket, which he\'d tossed onto the couch when they\'d entered the suite), a few buttons were open at his throat and he was feeling weary - mostly because of how eventful the night had been.
Dawn was rapidly approaching and Kerr had realised that he likely wouldn\'t make it back to the Capital but that was alright - he had his own office and bed here at the Chambers that he could use in an emergency. He still couldn\'t bring himself to leave Ben just yet, though. The plane trip had been filled with inane (and repeated) conversation about Kerr\'s plane, how it was used when he wasn\'t using it and introducing Ben to the flight staff. They remembered him well enough to prompt a few comments but Kerr\'s reluctance to expand on the topic kept everything professional.
Although he\'d offered Ben frequent use of the jet, should he need to fly back to New York to continue his modelling career, nothing had really been said and Kerr wasn\'t sure he should push it. Everything was still too fresh, had happened too rapidly; both he and his fledgling likely needed some processing time and there was always tomorrow night. He would be here at the Chambers when he awoke - and stay for work, admittedly, but he\'d make time to show Ben around before his shift began.
"It\'s hardly a palace," the oligarch murmured, surveying the functional bedroom (only becoming aware, at that moment, that they were having this conversation in the bedroom, rather than moving back out to the lounge, and wondering if he could subtly move them), "but it\'s clean and functional. It will give you somewhere to get everything back in order. You can call room service for blood twenty-four hours a day, by the way, as well as store some here or just rely on hunting, if you wish. I, uh, won\'t be advertising your presence here," he said, his posture and wording demonstrating that he felt awkward about saying what he was about to say.
"I have many friends here - oddly, asking an arch demon if he\'s the counterpart to an arch angel - except for the pronunciation - amused him so much it endeared me to his entire clan (though I\'m sure they laugh at me, not with me, most of the time) - but I take nothing for granted. Especially with Declan occasionally deigning to lurk about the halls and pretend he\'s working," Kerr explained scornfully, his light tone changing dramatically when he switched from discussing his friends to those he considered his enemies. Ben might not really remember his time with the redhead but Kerr certainly did and he wasn\'t interested in having the two reunite if he could help it.
"That said," he continued more brightly changing the subject to a more positive topic as he turned on the spot and headed towards the doorway, dawdling so as to give Ben time to take a step to follow him to the lounge or stay put and have him stop moving, "I wouldn\'t have you locked in your room while you\'re here. Tomorrow night, before work, I\'ll show you around so you know where everything is - I\'m sure you\'ll enjoy the library we have here, it\'s phenomenal," he grinned.
