( the gesture isn't lost on him--in fact, he sort of enjoys mocking the silent game of charades, brows lifting up as he shifts to look dramatically at the window, and then back at her; pointedly, he puts the cigarette between his lips again, puffing out a bit of smoke from between the part of them, before he hooks it back between his knuckles. sure, he might be causing some issues with the air quality, but hey, even more reason for her to find a way out, right?

with another sigh, he lets his legs bend over the seat, sitting with his knees spread; the sides of the robe dip down, bared against his thighs, but at least to her benefit, he lets his free hand rest down between them, safely keeping his dick away from prying eyes. )

What, 'cause of how I look? ( not bad, really. he does look like he's someone that just barely survived hell's flame. with another soft puff, thoughtful: )

Nah, you're in a resort, if you'll believe it. A real five-star hotel type. You know, except that there's no exit and you're gonna be trapped here having sex with fifty-two strangers.

( with a groaning sort of sigh, he does, at least, try for the window controls-- )

Well, look at that. ( he pointedly tips his hand out the window, where it's rolled down about halfway; he tabs off some of the ashes off the end, out into the garage. ) A miracle.