A knock at the door roused Beast from his thoughts. He quietly rose, watching Lumiere freeze in place. The last person at the door had been very kind to him, though also very confusing. The servant had arrived only a week or so after the visit from Genie, and the maitre d' had been welcome to a rare sight: Beast's room was clean. Nothing was damaged, nothing was out of place, the apartment was in great repair. And now that Lumiere was here, Beast was a little more confident he could keep it that way.

"Who is it?" Beast asked at the door. He was nervous, he couldn't help it, but he didn't let himself sound cross.