[At the Bar]

"You, darling-sweet, visit all the wrong bars," says Zillia, gently sliding her drink back onto the counter. "And you misunderstand." Zillia gives the large man her full smile again. "I said I was exhausted. I could do with some more mortal relaxation!"

Zillia slides to her feet, which Max may have at some point in the conversation realized are quite bare. In a filthy place like this. "Did you build this hotel you're taking me to?" As though their going together was already a foregone conclusion. So foregone, in fact, Zillia can be freely led out've the Den if Max so wishes.