He hadn't knocked, it simply wasn't his way. If he had knocked, she might have wondered if it was really him. Instead, he seemingly stepped out of the shadows towards her circle, crouching down to watch her with keen interest. Her magics were strong--stronger than he remembered--and he suddenly wondered what world she was from.
It didn't matter what universe she came from, she was still his girl. Whether he admitted it or not.
Whatever universe she was from, he was bonded to her--perks of being a combination of all of his selves. Well, a few of his selves--not the weaker wankers of the lot. But he felt her now, here, and it was enough to make him reach up to loosen his tie a bit. Because she got under his skin in more than one way, and clothes were always so damn restricting around her.
"You know, the last time you were calling out me name like this, we were both much more naked..." he pointed out sarcastically.