The car deposited Christian outside the main house and he hefted his own bag up the stairs, leaving it on the verandah outside the door. Although it was relatively early, he was expected, having called last night and his arrival being announced at the main gate. But he'd preferred not to be met, wanted to surprise, and so he wandered around the side of the house, homing in on the signal he was picking up. He stopped next to a rose bush on the gravel drive and looked along the patio running down the side of the house and then up to a particular window a couple of stories above, a grin streaking across his face as he began to realize what he'd be interrupting. Moving to lean against the wall, he crossed his feet at the ankles, folded his arms and made himself comfortable before sending, ( Morning, lover. )