He unlocks the door, showing Andrew inside with a grand sweep of his arm. "After you, kind Sir, after you. Now... This may be somewhat...unsettling. Goodness knows it was for me, so I might as well lay all my cards on the table, in style."

He closes the door behind him, bracing for some, unnameable impact. "I've got myself a glamour. Custom made. --to look, for all intents and purposes, as human as possible."