[no answer. Luckily he is not hard to find and she is soon outside his door, Knocking softly]

Arthur. I know you are there.

[no matter how clean he thinks he is, she can smell the blood and she did stop by the body before heading here. Arthur’s scent was all over it. Crichton’s face was unrecognizable, even before Siffleur. Even the rage still lingered in the entry. To say it was a bloodbath would have been putting it mildly.]

You can open the door, or I can. But if I do, you won’t have one for at least 24 hours.