Moros was used to Elpis stopping by and letting herself in when she felt like it. If he'd really cared, he could have tried to get her key back, but it didn't bother him too terribly much. It had turned into their sort of routine.
"It's not a lair," he grumbled. "Just because I like it darker and quieter than most, geez." He snagged a donut and stuck it in his mouth, tearing off a bite. "What's up, Elpis?"