Judas had been watching out the window, seeing who was coming and going. People were strange. Narrowing his eyes a little, he sipped his coffee. Someone below was on their phone and walked into a lamppost, which made him smirk.
His new housekeeper was coming today. He'd tried three already, and they all said they were professional, but then they screwed up their noses or made tutting noises under their breath when they picked up his empties or cleaned out his bedroom trash. Surely they'd seen worse? One of them had worked in a hotel, and Judas knew for a fact that people who stayed in hotels were dirty fucking slobs, especially the rich fucks.
At the knock, he sauntered over in his pyjamas and open robe, and opened the door. If they baulked at his first impression, they could fuck off.
"What is it?" he said, only opening the door a couple of inches.