Tycondrius sensed motion in the hallway outside-- Lone's unquiet clomps and Coraline's light, Elven steps. They were walking with purpose, as opposed to merely wandering.
He lit the room's oil lamp, as to not appear suspicious and faced the doorway.
Lone knocked-- politely, as he was taught, "Boss, we're coming in."
"Go ahead."
Coraline used the Captain's Key to unlock the door of the room... and Lone entered before his female companion.
...From what Tycon knew of human culture, it was considered polite to allow females to enter first-- unless rank was a factor, of course. He made a mental note to advise the young man on that, later.
Lone was wearing a strange grin on his face-- as if he'd found some success in his romantic endeavors, "Good evening, Boss."
Tycon stood to greet them, nodding in approval, "Good evening, Miss Coraline, Mister Lone."
"Good evening, Sir Tychon..." Coraline bowed her head.
