Oh, she's taken with the whole thing. The glossy floors, the bold, cleverly coordinated colors and carefully arranged flowers. The sidelong glance is barely noticed (if it was, she'd make a point of playing it up just to ruffle his feathers) as she's more than ready to handle the business of checking in. Her French isn't perfect, but she gets by without a problem, taking the occasional pause to organize a decent sentence while running her fingertips along the mirror-polished surface of the counter.

A few later, key in hand, and she's scooting him along towards the elevator.

"Booked us a double, should be more than enough room if you don't sprawl out all over the place." There's the ass touch again. Yep. Undeniably good mood.