Euzec, as always, had a tendency to take everything far more serious than was absolutely necessary. Jokes were often lost on him, which made him evermore the butt of jokes. But because humor often went over his head, it was just because of that that he couldn't be hurt by that which he didn't understand. He was a serious, but kind fellow, who knew that his heart was generally in the right place. He had nothing against anyone and no one had anything against him, except for Kushumoro himself of course, and that was just plain, petty jealousy. Euzec laughed though, at the fact that she uttered the term burden. Taking her seriously, he assumed that she meant the literal form of burden. "Oh of course not! You're very light, I could carry like nothing!" Thinking that he understood perfectly, he merely smiled.
"You would be very welcome. Kushumoro is a nice person when he wants to be. He likes to think himself as a kind desert king and he lives in a palace not too far away. I think he'd like to meet someone like you, yes, I think he would indeed. Would you like to meet him?" Euzec wasn't lying when he said that Kushumoro would like to meet her. He was a man magnanimous of spirit to outsiders who came into his palace; that was, if those outsiders weren't there to steal his fortune, his women, or were men at all. He was a king, and he would protect all in his 'kingdom.'
Euzec dragged them into the nearest tavern and paid for a room, but just as he was going upstairs, he was questioned by the innskeeper, a man who was mouse-faced and looked at Cosette with drool by the corner of his mouth. "You uh...gonna share a room with 'er?"
"Um...I think so," Euzec replied innocently, having no idea what the innkeeper was trying to imply. "I don't have enough for two rooms."
"Oh, right!" Though he looked extraordinarily uncertain, the innkeeper considered what he wanted more: A quickie with the attractive woman on Euzec's arm or losing business by offering a free room. The money, fortunately, weighed more and he scrunched his face, discouraged, and headed down the stairs toward their room.
He followed behind him, smiling, thinking all would be well. It was until he looked at Cosette and asked, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want a separate room?"