The box was opened the moment Spairn was actually inside the room, and he spun on his heel a little to where he was walking backward, an eyebrow cocked in a way that told Monsieur Grape to please follow.
"Hello yourself," he greeted, laying the box and all its contents on a table before he turned to take in the sight. Mmmmhm. All Gilbert's glory, indeed. That was a pretty picture, but considering how awkward the man probably felt it was a good idea not to stare. "Bow chicka bow wow." He couldn't help himself, come on. Just once!
[OoC: That's totally okay! Real life before RP, but I'll be on all night as well, with a short break for supper.^^]