[As Johann rambles, Solus stares at him rather quizzacle, but as it goes on, he starts to realize what—or rather, who—is responsible for this chance meeting. For, it is not by chance, but by design that they would meet like this.

His expression darkens with clear irritation, but he tries to smile pleasantly through it. As he speaks, his voice is in a higher tone, something clearly annoyed, yet trying to sound disarming and ingratiating. It's not quite working.]

Indeed, I do not live alone. I believe you very well do have the right address. Pray, give me but a moment, will you?

[Johann doesn't actually get the chance to confirm nor deny that moment, because Solus then closes the door as he draws himself back inside, only so he can briskly make his way to the bathroom, where he knows Hythlodaeus is.

He looks as exasperated as he sounds, hands on his hips as he stares at Hythlodaeus with judgmental scrutiny.]

Really. Is that what this was for? So I could assist you in gussying up for your tryst? I cannot say you chose poorly for your partner in crime, but honestly Hythlodaeus, have you not the decency to alert me ere you subject me to the inevitable sexual ruckus I will be made to suffer through?