[ Well, he supposes that makes sense, even if somewhat news to him. How had Alastor been handling it thus far, then? A single regularly set up, a random choice per rut, or simply anyone he could grab and devour afterward? All three notions had their severe downsides, though the first would be the safest route most likely, but then who would be able to handle that semi-regularly? His curiosity was his own damn curse because now he wanted to know. ]

The door's locked. [ As if he wanted anyone from the Hotel to enter his rooms, but of course Charlie is, normally, typically welcomed. ...There are certainly things he would prefer her never to see beyond just having someone in his bed besides her mother.

The bed is a massive thing that, with a sweep of his hand, the dark emerald curtains draw back on one side and tie themselves back. Grey silken sheets and a mass of pillows make up a mess across the bed's surface, but a careful eye might pick up that it resembles a bird's nest in an abstract way, circular and piled. ]

...soooo has one person been subjected to your semi-regular needs or are you dealing with some unfortunate who happens to be nearby when it strikes?