The smile he hides back is small, but nonetheless present. It's a look that sits in his eyes for a moment before he pushes it aside, busying himself instead with the space around him, and the thousand and one things he could do with it.

There was a cloth in his hand that he'd retrieved from somewhere, and he swiped it over the coffee table, a happy look on his face when he wipes away a ring left from a mug.

"See," he said. "Much better."

He folded the cloth and turned back, dusting down the space on the sofa besides Alex before sitting himself next to her, leaning back a little into the cushion.

"You should come to the Hotel tomorrow," he suggested.