It wasn't like it was actually a rule, but somehow it'd become habit that when Elisha had the door to his studio closed. If he was honest with himself - which he was for most things, but avoided for a few others - it was probably because he had a tendency to snap when he was interrupted.

In any case, it had the often welcome consequence of uninterrupted quiet whenever he wanted, and he sighed a little as he started his coffee pot and wandered towards one of the unfinished canvas. Needless to say, the sharp knock at the door was a surprise.

"Yeah?" He said.