To think about it, it was strange for Beckett's room to be downstairs, among the three guest rooms. Then again, that was not the most important part of their conversation.
Luellen waved her hands to decline. "Uh, Mr Beckett, I was only here for around four nights. They're even consecutive! I don't think I should get a room because of that."
The younger brother's smile deepened. "Really? Andy can't sneak into your room anymore if you don't. That's sad."
"Huh? W-Why would he do that?" Luellen flinched, trying not to expose herself.
Leander, who also sat at a barstool, glanced at Beckett. He ate slowly. "Stop making things weird for her, Beck.
"Also, you weren't demoted. You didn't keep your room on the second floor because you tumbled down the stairs in my absence." Leander huffed, stabbing his food with a fork. "Three times. I had to come home to you like you were a dead body. It was just six in the morning."
