Richard had become used to waking from a sound sleep into instant activity during his time with the Resistance. Several times it had saved his life. He found it a useful habit to continue to practice when he was at the Dragon Reservation, and again when he joined International Exports. The world was bloody well round, and things had a habit of happening at inconvenient times. So when his wards woke him to the arrival of Natasha Romanoff at his gate, it was only a short time until he was freshly shaved, showered, and dressed in a sharply pressed suit - he was a wizard, after all, of course he cheated a little and used magic - standing just inside the front door, holding a serving tray with two large coffees, cream and sugar.
He laughed softly to himself as he opened the door before the last notes of the chime had quite faded. Wizarding people always knock, non-magical almost always ring the bell.
"Ms. Romanoff." He held out his free hand for a gentlemanly handshake. "Richard Summerby at your service. Nice to meet you in person. Given the hour, and that you are armed, I took the liberty of assuming you are on duty. Coffee?" Rich set the tray in mid-air next to the front door, where it dutifully hovered at a convenient height. "Do help yourself." She came here looking for a magician, after all, may as well be one. "That little test I mentioned is waiting just past the barn, over toward the woods, a short walk, but the night is brisk and you've had a bit of a ride to get here."