"I don't often drive through the streets on two wheels," he protests, but the jealousy is quickly flaring to his eyes as he imagines someone else's strong hands on his escort. He steadies himself, thinking he must be told these things as a sign to back off. Hitching his bag into his hands, he gestures to the front lobby. "I'll check in, if you want to meet me at the room. I'm on the second most top floor."