(Danny finds that he likes the hand settled on the slope of his lower back. The building is curious for a hotel, and only more curious when they step inside. Danny is all too painfully aware of what money looks like, and he knows within a second that he's well out of his league in this place with his thrifted and cheaper clothes. Some part of him doesn't care at all, enough of a punk in his own right to roll his eyes at the very idea of giving a fuck what any well-to-do snob might think of his street rat appearance.

But a part of him cares about Corry- even if only for the night. He turns his attention back to the man, watching him silently take messages and respond. Between that and the driver...It doesn't take him long to put the pieces together as they head for the elevator. He gives a nod, processing everything.

He doesn't say anything until they're alone though. He stares at Corry, almost suspicious.)

You're totally someone, aren't you? (Not a celebrity, that much is obvious, but he's someone.)

And you're definitely like, way out of my league. (Suspicious! Squinting.) My mom's taught me all about sex trafficking shit and I watch true crime on a regular basis, so I know how to leave behind so much evidence, you don't even know.

(What's your angle, Corry! Wait til Danny realizes it actually is just sex.)