Helen hushes him. Suddenly, a beardless Miles Drentell (David Clennon) comes out wearing a pink shirt that reminds me of my husband's kurta pyjama outfits. He greets them in the well-modulated tones of that distinctive voice. I can't help but think it's too bad he wasn't in last week's episode, which Timothy Busfield directed. They could have had a little reunion. He asks if they have luggage; Will says they have some bags in the car. Miles says, "No need to shout, sir." Of course, Will was speaking at a normal volume. Helen whispers their reservation information. Miles asks to make an imprint of their credit card, but when Will reaches for his wallet, Miles catches a glimpse of his gun in its holster. He asks if Will is carrying a firearm. Will explains he's a cop. Miles: "This is a peaceful atmosphere. We don't allow guns." Will: "It's an aspect of my profession." Miles: "Be that as it may, we don't allow weapons." Will reiterates his occupation. Miles: "Be that as it may, sir..." Will asks Helen, "Why does he keep saying that?" She whispers that he can keep the gun in the car. He whispers, "No, I can't." Miles: "This is a spaaaah, sir." Will ignores him, whispering to Helen, "The last time I surrendered my weapon, I nearly died." Uh, I agree that this guy's annoying, but I don't think he's planning to abduct you or anything. And I'm pretty sure that, despite your macho fears about the seaweed and Dead Sea goop, they won't kill you. Helen whispers, "Be that as it may..." Will tries again with Miles: "I'm a police officer, for God's sake!" Miles says they have to ask him to lock it in the safe: "And even in doing that, we will be violating certain agreements." Will tells Helen he's not giving up his gun again. She's looking increasingly pained by the whole confrontation. Miles: "Violence offends us, sir." Will: "It offends me, too, which is why I won't give up my weapon. Take us or leave us." Miles holds his ground, silently and with the smile of a maitre d' who's definitely planning to seat you next to the kitchen. Will glances at Helen's unhappy face a couple of times and gives up his piece. Miles holds it with two fingers like it's a poopy diaper and walks off. There's some cheeseball quasi-Eastern music as Helen whispers, "I hear they have really good food here." Will just nods slightly. Miles is sort of the spa version of Vice-Principal Price.