He is sat on the couch in the living room near the crackling fireplace immersed in a book. The sound of the pages being flipped, his reading glasses being adjusted, his leather gloves creating friction with each flipped page, and the fire are slight, but fill the room. As he continues to read, he hears your bedroom door open and shut quietly, he listens to the sound of your footsteps getting closer. Letting out a quiet chuckle, he marks his book and waits for your inevitable entrance.