"No." He eyed the corner again suspiciously. Probably Ripley was just waiting in there to pluck Pete's eyebrows out hair by hair.
How he would be restrained by an owl long enough for this to happen was irrelevant. The point was the intention.
"Come in," he said, sliding up to a vaguely more respectable and upright position without dislodging Ryland. "Close the door, try not to step on a puff, and--are those flowers?"