Jonathan Sims

Jon's hand, still lifted to knock, lingers in the air only as long as the surprise lingers on his face. He looks all the more amused for it, though, stepping inside as soon as the door's held for him. (And, admittedly, he lets his attention wander - after all, someone's living space does say a fair bit about them, doesn't it?)

"Well, by all means, don't leave me in suspense any longer than you've got to," he half-jokes, tossing a playful glance back Shen Qingqiu's way. "What did you find?"