A mild sort of trepidation seemed in order at the prospect of socialising with a total unknown, and Theodore indulged in it a bit between temperamental outfit changes. He was still weary from the night before, not because he'd spent it in excess or because he'd been out very late, but simply because his introverted nature required a certain amount of time to decompress before making socialisation enjoyable again. He'd had a morning, of course, and that softened some of the edge, but where ordinarily he'd have been nurturing a sense of curiosity and enjoyment at the unfamiliar, today he felt uneasy and resistant.
He changed his shirt twice more before Susan knocked on the door, and slipped into his outdoor robes before answering, face a measured but calm smile.
"Susan?" After seven years, he still recognised her, but it didn't hurt to ask -- just out of politeness. "Come in." He didn't really like strangers in his space, but, to be fair, most of the sitting room wasn't his, but bits and pieces cobbled together from his father's house. The one space that was his, the bedroom, was closed, as it always was. "I just need to find a tie I don't hate, forgive me for being slow."