[ Unsurprisingly, Petre is impeccably dressed when he opens the door, though Tyrell will find that it's not Tom Ford he's got on. Or Prada, for that matter - but it's definitely not a cheap wizard costume, so that's an improvement in itself.
The smile plastered on his face is anything but harmless, but welcoming all the same. With a slight tilt of his head, lips stretching to a grin, he all but voices an aww at this dramatic reveal. Look what the cat dragged in after all!
There's a meaningful look at the bandaged finger, slow to return his gaze to his guest. ]
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The smile plastered on his face is anything but harmless, but welcoming all the same. With a slight tilt of his head, lips stretching to a grin, he all but voices an aww at this dramatic reveal. Look what the cat dragged in after all!
There's a meaningful look at the bandaged finger, slow to return his gaze to his guest. ]
As long as it's red, right.
[ Like blood, get it. Stepping aside, ]
Come on in.