The rain growled, the heavy droplets splattering against the windows like an unwelcome yet persistent visitor. It provided a rather soothing backdrop on the scene before you. Secondo, in all his glory, reading by the fire. His brow nor muscles twitched at the slightest roar of thunder or the crackle of lightning. He paused his reading and met your gaze with the quick jerk of his head. "Ah.. I wasn't expecting anyone." He admitted before gesturing to the empty seat beside him. "Make yourself at home.. The rain will not be very entertaining."