[When hands appear on the edge of the desk, Gabriel can't help but glance over, inherently curious as to what's going to happen next. That's one of the fun things about humanity that they can hold over most angels; the absolute free will that means they can do anything random at any time. This is one such occasion and Gabriel can't help but grin as he peers down at the kid that's now on the desk. He hadn't expected that. The bell gets a few more rings before Gabriel opts to quit it, more interested in what he's seeing than winding up the non-existent hotel staff.]

Not yet. This place doesn't look like the kind that would have mints on the pillows to begin with. Or they'd be the kind that you don't notice until the next morning when it's stuck to the side of your face. [Speaking of faces, Gabriel squints, wondering what this kid's deal even is before mentally shrugging. His powers in this hotel are dampened to Hell and back, and if the short one is hiding something then Gabriel isn't able to pick up on it right away. Doesn't mean he can't be suspicious, the archangel leaning on an elbow as if this whole thing is an every day occurrence.] You're the shortest hotel staff member I've seen in ages. And the worst if you haven't even gotten to the rooms yet. Tsk, tsk.