With a smirk on his face, Robert awaited patienly for her to open the door. He had to admit he was expecting her to just yell at him telling him it was open, just so whatever was haunting under the couch wouldn't catch her feet. But he was glad to see her opening the door, even if she was clutching a pillow, which was kind of adorable.
He raised his hands, palms facing her as if he was surrendering. "No more jokes. I promise...ish." He added in the last second, smirking a little as he walked into her house. He did not want her to throw that lizard on him, but teasing her was just so much fun. However, he would try to bite his tongue just so Gator didn't end up anywhere near him. He knew it was just a little lizard that wouldn't hurt him, but still, he didn't like lizards. Big or small; though specially big. The scar on his right hand wasn't fun to get. "So, what do I need to do, other than turn on all the lights in your house and check under the bed and in the closet in case Chucky is hiding there?" See, he just couldn't help it.