"No ruckus, please." Orsino shook his head and stepped back a bit, indicating for Donaghan to enter. As Donaghan stepped through, Orsino nudged at Seven a bit with his toes. He'd been lucky to get a dog that, for some reason, didn't enjoy jumping on guests. On the other hand, she loved their shoes and he knew she'd shortly be snuffling and nipping at Donaghan's heels if he didn't move her aside.
Running both hands through his hair and then over his face several times, Orsino attempted to both wake himself up and fix what he was certainly was a bad case of bedhead. He shut the door. No use letting more cold air in.
"So what brings you up here?" He asked, sounding a bit less grumpy. "You and Elizabeth have a row?"