[Upon hearing the knocking, Claude's already up and at his bedroom door. He unlocks the door, opens it up, leaning against the door frame, giving her a full view of his mess of books littering his floor and bed and desk (well more on his bed and floor rather than his desk). He shoots Ingrid a loopside, almost smug smile to her.]
Hey, fancy seein' you tonight, Ingrid! You came up quickly, you must've wanted to see me?
[ He has to restrain himself from winking, this jerk.]
ITS OK INGRID IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US
Hey, fancy seein' you tonight, Ingrid! You came up quickly, you must've wanted to see me?
[ He has to restrain himself from winking, this jerk.]