late at night you just came home late from your work, came back to your mansion with your clothes stained with blood—even though it was clear, it wasn't your blood.

he heard the sound of the door opening and he knew from the sound of footsteps that it was yours. so he went to the front door to greet you.

"coming home quite late again?"

he said in a neutral tone and he is used to seeing you come home covered in blood like that.