[It's not a long walk to the bridal suite. It's not nearly long enough for him to work through all the considerations and variables he really wants to dwell on at a time like this — weighing out the benefits of anonymity against the vulnerability of engaging with a stranger. If they were on his home turf, where he controlled more of the surrounding environs, it would be a thoroughly different story — finding someone faceless and willing, dealing with the problem, dispensing of it after. But if they were in a position where he controlled the environment, he wouldn't have to resort to means like this to begin with, now would he?

The other problem is, he can't back down from the task now that the wheel has been spun. He's thrown his dice; he's not about to turn tail and run and lose any scrap of face he might have left to him in the process.

At least the suite is quiet. Presumably it's been secured to keep the amorous screams contained and unobtrusive to the other guests, and to keep everyone else's out to avoid any disruption to whatever tender moments are supposed to take place herein. There's no way it's secure, but at least it's private.]

From what I've overheard, extra-large payouts rarely flow as freely as this.

[He doesn't stand still, doesn't sit. It's one of the few tells of his lingering reservations about all this, that he opts to pace the room instead with fluid movements that wouldn't be out of place for Darkstar, either.]

So it needs to be done. The benefits justify the costs.

[It's not really a question, but there's a hint of one in it, anyway — an interval of silence, inviting Tseng to weigh in as he likes.]