The man stands at just below six foot, his posture correct and his expression serious as he patrols the small room from end to end.

His eyes are deep brown, his hair, a darker shade of said brown, is short amd combed across his head.

A maid walks past the door and he walks with measured strides towards it, clears his throat and calls with volume yet calmly. ‘Excuse me, when will Mr. Willis be arriving home?- I have to discuss a rather urgent matter.’

‘Mr. Willis should be home any minute now good sir.’

‘Thank you’ he moves to the window of the room.

To all appearances, Sir. Sid Beckett was a measured gentleman, austere with himself, calm and seemingly always able to add a comment or fact to any topic, no matter how complex the concept. His complexion, though rarely alighted with a smile, is charming in a rather backwards way, and his eyes, though cold and seemingly devoid of humanity, are still somehow charming, just as Sir. Sid Beckett himself.

As Beckett enters the small room his posture and expression changes, and he becomes, in a word, ugly.

He sneers and rushes toward Mr.Willis, whispering angrily as he does so. ‘What in Samael’s name are you doing here?’

‘You realise Samael’s a bad guy. Kinda…’

‘That’s the whole point Willis, you can’t be here with good intentions.’

‘Sure… I just wanted to tell you about a wee problem with the hand over…’

‘This is my home, do not talk about such things. What problem?’ Beckett leans toward the man with urgency and badly concealed anger. ‘Well Beckett, they didn’t accept the ring.’ Willis shrugs.

‘You what? Quieter, we can not talk about these matters here. More to the point, how did you cross my threshold?’

‘Well… I smiled sweetly at lady Beckett and said I was here to give you both an early anniversary present’

‘Anniversary? No-one-‘

‘Let me stop you there Sir Sid Beckett, lady Beckett finds such occasions very important and was so glad someone remembered.’

‘Willis… Please tell me you actually brought a gift along?’

‘Yes, of course, I couldnae lie to the fair maiden. And I bought and brought one for you to give too, I figured you’d never remember.’ Willis produces two packages and passes them over.

Not exactly the prompt or what I set out to write, but hey ho