It was a stroke of luck that Alwin managed to finish making the Golden Harp look somewhat presentable, looking quite pleased with himself by the time he was done and puts the cloth away, promptly washing his hands when the trio of knocks came upon his door. It sounded light, effeminate, and not like a man's at all to his trained ear. With an impish little grin, he wiped his hands clean, raking those fingers through his hair once through to try to make himself look a touch more presentable before going to the door and clicks the lock free, and opens the door.<br/><br/>There she was! Finally, the wait had been worth quite the wait. Allowing his gaze to wash over her for a moment with a man's lustful appraisal he takes a step back to give her space to walk in.<br/><br/>"Ah,<em>madame</em>! Good afternoon, madame, good afternoon indeed! Please, do come in!"