Oh, you know.

[He spares a sidelong glance to the door, shifting position where he's perched to keep himself comfortable, though he doesn't yet bother to stand.]

What else does one do in the late hours besides lurk in appropriately dark corners, or even engage in a bit of prowling... [A pause, before he waves that off with an idle gesture.] But no, none of that. I had thought I might take advantage of the quiet for a bit of time to myself. A little light reading, possibly.