Pressed this close, he can feel the slight change in temperature, like an isolated breeze sweeping over his arms and it's there in the tips of Hawke's fingers, more than the chill they already usually carry. It's whatever he catches in the kiss itself that has his brow furrowing in concern.

The fingers of his other hand rise to brush along Hawke's cheek as he tries to search his friend's expression. "My efforts for you..." Something defensive with how there's a bit of tension in Hawke's neck.

Well...whatever the cause, Chris had a cure.

"Come on, let's get you out of your head a while, darling."

He leads them on to the room without further incident and what awaits them is something something just this side of decadent. A four poster bed with canopy, rich satin white bed dressings and a sitting area of a couple plush lounge chairs. The ensuite is a dark slate with a double-headed shower arrangement. Chris inspects the room as he sets his bag aside and gives a thoughtful hum. "Ah...so this is what they meant by 'Luxury.' Good to know."