He's flopped out on the couch, taking the opportunity while Jet is out visiting his sister to catch up on a bit of reading (he still just can't bring himself to wear his glasses in front of the hawk... he just knows he'll get teased horribly and never live it down...) when there's a knock at the door. He blinks a bit, sitting up and immediately snatching his glasses off and snapping them into the case and stuffing it between the couch cushions.
The familiar voice and nickname, though, have him heaving a faint sigh of relief, and he smiles. Digging the glasses case back out, he zips across the room to stash it and his book carefully away in their hiding place at the back of his bedside table, before zipping over to the door and tugging it open.
"Sounds like some of the best company a guy could ask for, too~" he grins. "Hey, Angel~"