One blue eye peered at the visitor as Stavros slowly worked it out in his head, and then he closed the door and took the chain off. He could fight off one man at a time if this other person proved to be not trustworthy, so it wasn't as if he was defenseless.
"You come in," he said, and when the other man had entered the apartment he closed and locked the door behind him. He waved at the furnished living room, where a couch and two chairs waited for occupants, then sprawled his gangly frame out on the sofa. If this was his place, he might as well be comfortable. Anything was better than jail, after all.