"You know I like to cook, do you?" Solomon asked in amusement. "Whatever gave you that idea?" Truthfully Solomon had never really had a need to cook. Certainly he was better at it than Raine, on the occasions he'd cared to try; but it wasn't something that had occurred as a viable expense of his time, even after his accident.

Now, though ... the idea had some merit. Certainly it would be preferable to being waited on hand and foot--even as a child in a manor full of servants, he'd drawn lines at that.

"Alright. Let me get my shoes. Assuming you don't wish to eat your meal first?" Solomon lifted an ironic eyebrow at Genis and then turned, raising a hand to extend the blue-tinged shadows around his feet in a circle, searching for furniture. His steps were still hesitant, because he wasn't used to this method of tracking, but he knew generally where his shoes were kept and it was straight-forward enough to find them and sit on the bedside to pull them on.

There was no point in taking his coat; presumably they weren't leaving the Hotel.