[The man that answers the door could not look more different. For starters his shoes aren't dusty since he's not wearing any. His brightly-colored snake tail stretches down the main hallway behind him because in his own house he cares a little less about taking up a minimal amount of space. Who's going to step on him, his husband?

His beard is maintained but clearly graying, as is the hair tied back into a bun and fastened with what unfortunately appears to be a scrunchie. At least it's a simple black color, the same as the open blazer he's wearing, which is fantastic because it means nothing is competing with his shirt. This is a friendly meeting and all but this is his turf and he can afford at least a small power move. There's nothing more powerful than a shirt that loud.]

Hey there! Glad you made it out here alright.

[He considers holding out a hand to shake but notices the jacket and wine tucked up where they are and thinks better of it. Nobody likes having to juggle things. They'll have time for that when they're in and settled.]

Come on in. Coats go on the hanger to the right if you want somewhere to put it.

[He slithers back a little to free up the doorway. There's a hell of a smell coming from down the hall, something meaty and spicy.]