When Alexia felt the presence of Crowley at his door, he was in the small dining area nearer the wall of windows, barefoot and in a pair of white cotton pants, his hair moving and shifting against his shoulders and into the air, as if carried by an unfelt breeze. He sighed and willed the door open with a dismissive gesture of one hand, while his other was still busy with its calligraphy - he had a large scroll of rice paper, and had been teaching himself the Eastern ways, for the sake of better understanding Sadako.
"That didn't take long." Was all he had to say to Crowley's quick showing up. "I must have caught you as you were going out."