Keith looked inside another room and another, they all looked pretty much the same with varying bed sizes and number of beds, he wasn't too fussy about beds he'd happily sleep on the floor. But with Arthur around it proboably wasn't likely to happan, he'd probably force Keith to walk around until they found a room with two perfectly made beds, nothing short or less for them.
He sighed.
He wasn't in the mood, he felt. Drunk.