Adrian shouted, "Come on in," when he hard Alicia's knock - knowing she knew the way and the wards wouldn't let anyone but his own family or hers into his flat - and finished pulling down two wine glasses and laying out the cheese plate he'd put together. He knew she'd had dinner with a fried - something he hadn't particularly wanted to dwell on all evening, even if he couldn't figure out why - but he also knew better than to serve wine without something.
His bare feet padded across the hardwood floor as he headed her close the door and he came into the sitting room with the glasses and cheese plate and the bottle of pinot noir floating - uncorked - just behind him. "Have a good dinner?"