[ His smile is expectant, pleasant, a little excitable when he finally senses her heartbeat move closer and finally sees her come into view out of the corner of his eye.

When she speaks, he's only a little taken aback - he was an actor once, and he's fine with improvisation... he just didn't expect hers to be so good, and her surprise to see him here be so believable. ]

I was thinking about picking something up to keep around the house. For guests, you know. I'd hate to be an inconsiderate host.

[ A light, airy shrug. His focus doesn't leave her for a second. ]

And what brings you here? The same? Expecting company?