Jaroslav waved her off as he turned back around and went up to the front of the city, “Now try not to act like a... well, uhm.” He didn't know if he should say it, “Like a rabid wolf/fox—because this is just the second town over, and your 'picture' is probably planted all over this place too.” He said quickly, trying to walk ahead of her to avoid her reaction. “I'm too tired to make another portal to my home, plus I'd think it pretty unnecessary when we have hotels right here.” He said, gesturing to the large building they were now walking up to. It wasn't the nicest of hotels he's saw, but it was a small town, so what else did he expect.
He entered the building, and asked for a room, he already knew how much it coast without asking, but it was always pleasant to pretend you didn't. He paid the woman at the counter and turned back to the demon behind him and gave her the 'A-OK' symbol, and went up the stairs to their room. He lead her to the room and opened the door to a modest normal one bed room, with a little couch and table, a door to a most likely bathroom—the large window was nice!
“We've arrived, princess.” He said, going over to the couch and sitting down—back straight—he then reached in his pocket and pulled out Abhra, Georgeann, and, lastly, a peeved Bozidara. “You know, I didn't catch your name—can't keep calling you 'kitten' now can I?” He asked, pulling out his glass scepter and a handkerchief to shine it.
“Or 'demon'.” Georgeann piped in, stretching out her legs as she sat on the small calf height table.
“Or 'mammal'.” Abhra added too, smoothing out her silk.
“Or 'rabid monster'.” Bozidara added, crossing her arms angrily as she floated over to Jaroslav and rested on his shoulder.