She takes his arm, perhaps allowing herself to walk a little closer to him than she would have when they were in public. There's nothing really that needs to be said, and not solely for fear of spoiling the moment. Just because it's ... comfortable.

They reach the hotel in short order and she resumes her respectable distance, letting him open the door for her. Still, no one is at the desk and so it's easy enough to quietly climb the stairs, check the hall to make sure they're alone, and then turn to face him.

"Your room?" she asks, voice quiet.