"What kinda, uh, what kinda dog is that I hear?" he drawled, idly examining his gloved hand. "Don't bother putting your back into it, either, you're barely over a hundred pounds and you don't exactly have the muscle mass right now to beat me down."

He waved a hand in front of the gap in the door. "I'm unarmed, if that's any consolation. Let me in before your neighbors see us." He had a package in the other hand, but that was beside the point.