As it turned out, Riley did not know about the change in maids and was, as he made his way to door, cursing her for not letting herself in as she usually did whilst trying to get his agent off the phone.
"No, I have to, I can't - fine. But she agrees to the game with me on Sunday or no deal. I sat through the ballet for her last week, to do it again without some kind of return favor would be a crime." Riley snorted at the response. "You do that."
Then he snapped his phone shut and tried to school a pleasant look on his face as he whipped open the door - it became a lot easier once he saw who was on the other side.
"Well, well," he drawled, blinking as his smile widened and his face relaxed. "I do believe we're going about this backwards, but I give you points for thinking to come in costume."