"Time for a break," he decided, leading her out of the room and back to the lobby. He guided her to a small booth and had her take a seat beside him. She gladly snuggled closer, leaning her head on his shoulder and inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth. Her eyes drifted closed as she smiled contentedly. After a moment, she heard him speaking in Dutch, an answer from another person, she assumed the server, and they were alone again.  "You may speak freely, if you wish, until we go to the next room," he murmured softly into her hair. "How are you feeling?"