[Concord has plenty about him to observe with normal senses. Largely pleasant features, at that. His size and build are impressive, muscular while still having the rugged look of a well worked man. A simple, old fashion way of dressing himself; suit slacks, suspenders, half open button down rolled up to the elbows. No shoes or socks on in his own space. A space that smells... very out of place for the hotel. Too natural for it. A unicorn will always smell like their home and so that's what Concord's room is scented like from his presence in it. Praire and mountains and woodlands. Pine and juniper and wet, rich soil.

He closes the door behind her. It locks automatically. He turns and follows along as she sits herself upon his bed. Concord stands in front of her.

As he answers, he catches a suspender with the underside of a thumb and nudges it off his shoulder. Repeating the motion with military ease and rigor on both sides,]

My kind, we are naturally aggressive. It is so we can protect our land and what lives there... Can only keep that bottled up so long, but I'm good at restraint. A promise. [as if restraint seems like anything she wants from him, but it is promised none-the-less, as a show of respect. Really, he is too good at it, too well composed, which is what makes a place like this so difficult for him.

He shrugs his shirt off. More for her to admire of him, and wonder about, given the entirely too nasty scar on one side of his front. The rest of him sure seems pristinely kept, compared to that one marred and collapse in line.]

Still. I always need one way or another... to blow off steam. [it is usually drinking and fighting, which might explain to her why Charlie finds interest in a man who seems so otherwise pure hearted]