Lloyd blinked for what felt like the first time in an hour. While he thanked Aphrodite that Trixie hadn’t tried to attack him, he still didn’t find any solace in her bleak stare. He wasn’t getting anywhere, just sitting by the door like a guard dog; he’d have to take a chance. “Are these accommodations enough for you, Miss Walters?” he asked. He waved a hand in front of his face. “My apologies if my room isn’t quite up to your standards of décor; had I known I’d be playing the host tonight, I would have furnished it far more suitably.”
“Yer room ain’t the problem, pal,” said Trixie, glaring at Lloyd from the bed with sheets clenched tight.
“Oh? Then what is?”
“Ya been starin’ at me for the past hour. How am I supposed to get to sleep if I gotta keep an eye on you all night long?”
“You could sleep with your eyes open.”