It was a beautiful night, and Anton was waiting for his partner to arrive for their date in his apartment. He was just cleaning up a few more things. Books were levitating and returning to their places on the shelves as he dusted around his apartment, not even registering the sound of his apartment door opening and the sound of Edgar's squawking covering his guest's footsteps. Once he caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye, the remaining books dropped to the floor with a loud smack. He was a little shocked.

"Oh dear. I'm sorry about that, my love."