Inappropriate

Really creepy man, channeling very much a molester/serial killer (physically non-threatening; eyes that protrude a bit too much/lack orbital cavities and also have a creepy, shiny intensity; saggy, pockmarked face), as he creeps up to the desk to get his key, asks in a soft, effete Southern accent,
"You're not lookin' at porn are you?"
I scoot back in my chair and do that "Whoa" look where I'm just like Jim from The Office (you know I do it just like him), except in my mind I'm totally freaking the hell out.
"Oh, its ok, I do," he chuckles, soothingly, knowingly, disturbingly.

On the one hand, I'm glad that my demeanor encourages people to relax and open up a little, but on the other hand, I'm wondering about the applicability of Megan's Law to hotels.