[Cumore takes a little while to get the door, but that's likely to be expected, given the size of the place and the fact that he isn't expecting visitors; the door does open after a long moment, however, and it doesn't seem that Cumore was in the middle of anything immediately important - he doesn't seem disgruntled or annoyed so much as he does moderately curious about who would even be here in the first place. He's dressed as he usually is when he's at home alone, all loose silky clothing that hangs a little oddly off his frame despite the increased muscle mass from Retrospec, and he's in the process of pulling his hair back away com his face and tying it up there when he speaks.]

This is a bit unexpected, don't you think? To say nothing of mid-week; you're fortunate that I-

[He cuts off rather abruptly as he manages to get his hair tied back and actually manages to look at Derek; he tips his head a bit as he takes all that in - the pale complexion, the nerves - and for a moment he's just...quiet.]

...Come on. Don't just stand there.

[He'll move aside, then, to allow Derek entry; he seems a bit awkward about it, but it's an invitation nonetheless.]

Did something happen, or...?