Apparently there is someone rap-rap-rapping at my chamber door.
Typically, one opens the door when this occurs. Typically, one isn't afraid that nasty beasties that want to eat one's face. However, in this case, as my noisy alarm system didn't sound, I'm assuming this isn't an evil social call.
I haul the door open, not out of any amount of animosity, just because the damned thing won't open otherwise. Leave it to me and my handiwork.
I sigh when I see who's on the other side. "Aren't you supposed to be home now?" I ask.