The crone stared at him from the open doorway. She looked around at the cabin, and there was a sense of mischief. She didn't like that feeling. There was a soft stomp of her foot, and the house shuddered. It was only a little show that she still had control. She was in no mood to deal with insolent housing structures.
"Come in." She motioned for him to join her on the other side of the threshold. She waited almost impatiently. "That is a ridiculous rule. You and I are bound. Why would you still need it?" She wasn't trying to snipe, but this was silly. She didn't think about how she might look: mussed hair, hints of where she'd been bitten, and blood, her blood on her skin and clothes.