Charlie was busy in the kitchen cleaning. They didn't need to, as the mansion was often cleaned by unseen hands. Then again, the two men were actually rather clean. Lucy-Belle was busy purring at his legs, hoping he'd give her some cream or something just as tasty. She was home for a change.
He hadn't heard the knocking, but he saw Ted move from couch to door. He detangled himself from the white furball and started toward the door as well, wiping down his hands with a kitchen towel. His brows were raised in question.