Schuldig loved throwing people off balance - it was one of his favorite things in its own right, and the side benefits (the power, the chaos, all of that) were just gravy. It was possibly the best part of coming back here, he thought, stretching out comfortably in his chair as he waited for Mello. As comfortably as he could get, that was, being as he was more than a little banged up from having a building fall on his head a few days ago. Much as he apperciated - even liked - Mello, the blond man wasn't an exception to his enjoyment of other people's confusion and pain, so he was quite looking forward to this meeting, as well.
He knew who it was before Mello knocked, of course; he hadn't exactly made himself hard to find, considering this was the same room he'd left and Mello had known where he was then. "It's not locked," he called, not bothering to get up.