Of course the hotel wants this. It thrives on the chaos as well as the lust and really, Hakkai should be expecting this. If he does, it really don't say much when he stares up at Gojyo from where he's sprawled on the floor, legs tangled up in the overturned chair he'd just been occupying.

For once in his life, there's no elegance in the line of his muscles. Just shock at the treatment, followed by a rather put upon sigh.

"I really am growing tired of people hitting me."