After making the phone call to Luther, Archer was content in having a solid plan. His dream with Isobel had complicated things in his mind - he had never been one for sexual dreams - but it changed nothing. He dismissed the dream as the random firings of his stressed brain. Lately, he had been preoccupied with Isobel's health. It wasn't a stretch to go from concern to attraction. After all, wasn't that part of why he was so concerned?
Standing outside 906, he removed his glasses and inspected the lenses. Immaculate. He had cleaned them before leaving his apartment, and he was suddenly very glad that he had. Clean glasses always cast the world in a fresh perspective, giving him an unhindered look at things. And tonight, he would need to be unhindered.
The sound of footsteps on the stairwell caught his attention, and he glanced down the hallway as a tall, impressive man approached. Drawing his spine up straight, Archer turned to him, extending a bony hand out of courtesy. "Good evening, Inspector," he said cordially as they shook hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person."
After releasing the other man's hand, Archer turned back to the door of 906. "I don't have a specific plan in mind," he said, the words surprising even himself. He had tried to come up with a plan, but nothing had stuck. "So if you are a man that is at his strongest during improvisation, then you will be quite happy." Drawing up a fist, he knocked firmly on the door.
After a moment's silence, he leaned forward to call firmly to Isobel on the other side. "Isobel? It's Ar-" He cut himself off, faltering slightly. "-Jasper."