He snorts a laugh, then nods at the concierge and hands his documents over.

'Almirez. We have a suite booked.'

Then turns to Fiona and says;

'I think we can do a bit better this time around.'

The service is impeccable, of course. It always is, even if you're not staying in the Presidential suite. Ramon nods his thanks at being handed the keys, signs the relevant paperwork and before heading to the elevator, tells the man;

'If my wife calls, tell her I'm out.' There is a speculative look at Fiona. 'Or busy.'

'...of course, sir.'

He laughs and heads for the lift, keeping Fi's hand in his.