Frank bounced his eyebrows up slightly and cocked his slightly at Henry's slight on Beatrice, it was clear he knew something about her, maybe not as much as he needed, but more than nothing that's for sure, he couldn't say anything about his magical abilities, but judging by the way he stands and holds him self with such high confidence, enough to subtlety call-out a powerful witch, there must've been more to him than what was on the surface. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.
Then the bartender came over, why did the bartender come over? Oh shit, Frank realized; he was the one who had put up the bounty, not the werewolf. He was however working with him and suddenly to Franks surprise he recognized the bartender, he already knew he was a vampire before he even flashed his fangs, but this man had been
around for well... ever. This was very interesting all of sudden, if this man needed help figuring out these murders then something was very serious about them, it made Frank curious, he'd have to wait to see some bodies before he looked too into this. Frank noted Cyrus's shock when Micheal piped up and offered the room, also very interesting, either he's not used to him directly confronting him on jobs, or he's jumpy, the latter seems unlikely, but he's seen a werewolf be uncomfortable in it's own skin before.
"We'll take the room." Frank blurted out, not waiting for anyone else in the group to throw-in their two cents, he figured one: It was the most logical solution, nowhere else would be more secure and two: Frank didn't have anywhere to sleep or stay for that matter, he'd fallen asleep in a restaurant the other day after eating his breakfast and apparently letting old men fall asleep after a filling meal is frowned upon or something. That and he hated hotel rooms, they made him uncomfortable, and there is hardly ever room to do anything in them, a flat surface and a large amount of space was all he required.