The Giant had truly peaked Taft's interests. And opened doors. While a jab about 'my place or yours' might have been amusing, Taft doesn't really have a safe space of his own. A motel room would serve their needs well enough. While it may be completely outside the Shadow's agenda, no one is going to interrupt a giant of a man meeting another man in a motel room. The imaginations of anyone who would see them enter would be enough to keep them away. Terribly amusing, that.
The real reason for meeting Kreig is much more interesting. In the Shadow's eyes, at any rate. A veritable pandora's box had been opened at that religious gathering, and Taft has as many questions as he does answers.
As such, Taft waits at the small round table the rooms come equipped with. The television is on and playing a show about police chases at moderate volume. He patiently - or impatiently - drums his fingers on the table and stares at the nothing occupying the other empty chair. The stage is set and the web has been spun. All that remains is for the massive man to crash into it - and stimulate Taft's endless curiosity.