Wrapping his arm around him, he caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath. He was driving them. That was fine with him. Tucking him close to his side, John moved to guide him out of the club and toward his car, even taking off his coat to wrap it around the younger man's shoulders so he wouldn't cool down too much in the night air.

"There's a hotel I like nearby," he informed him as he helped him into the car before getting into the driver's side. "I'll pay for it."

He had more than enough money for it thanks to the clientele that he took. So he'd be able to afford them a nice room for this. A comfortable stay while he made this one feel good for a night.

Even if something in his gut was telling him that there was something about this one that he should keep an eye on. A damage...

No. He wouldn't read too much into it. It wasn't his place.