"I do have the better bed." He turns them just enough to head for his door, disengaging the lock with a clicker at his hip from a distance. Makes for easier entry when he's exhausted- which he isn't just yet. Through the door and kicking it closed behind them he's already peeling his shirt up and off. No slow seduction tonight, not even a little. Not when he's got this odd trepidation about tomorrow and this heated weight in his gut.