Roderick knocked softly on the door of Layla and Lucius's bedroom, his fingers nervously fidgeting as he waited for a response. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Lucius standing in the doorway, his expression calm but curious.
"Uncle, are you free?" Roderick asked hesitantly.
"Yes," Lucius replied simply, his sharp eyes studying his nephew.
"Who's at the door?" Layla's voice called from inside the room, breaking the brief silence.
"My nephew," Lucius replied, raising his voice just enough for her to hear. He turned back to Roderick and gestured for him to enter. "Come in."
Roderick hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, his posture stiff as Lucius followed him. Once the door was shut, Lucius turned to him. "What's on your mind, Roderick?"