This clerk is apparently very patient. The only other thing out of him for a minute is a deep sigh and the sound of him slumping forward on his desk to wait for these two horndogs to either acknowledge that they're still in public, or do something worth calling the cops over.

Somewhere between hips and nails, that second one becomes a real possibility--as Robin nearly blacks out, coming back to the present with a couple of seconds unaccounted for and one of his hands digging into Tek's hip to try and somehow get him even closer. The demigod makes a sound of something--Insistence? Surprise? Remembering what he was doing?--against Tek's mouth, starting to disengage in whatever capacity he has left to drag the two of them further into the room. And to the side, down one of the hallways, getting lost between kissing and trying to dig something out of his pocket and walking backwards all at the same time.

"Excuse me," the clerk says, bored, "You can't just--"

Robin (almost blindly) tosses something round and gold in the direction of the desk. It bounces off the counter with a clatter, the clerk catching it with a surprised sputter, followed by silence, and one final, "Uh, nevermind."

The demigod drags Tek into the first hallway, lined on either side with nearly-identical doors. Someone is going to end up getting pushed up against one of them, but with the way they're both practically clawing at each other, it's hard to say which one will find themselves there first.