"Evening," Zane said. It was a pretty wordy opening for him. Phoebe debated inviting him in, then decided it would be too much like an offer to sleep with him. Instead of stepping back and pointing to the bed, which was really what she wanted to do, she moved down the hallway, shutting the door behind her, and did her best to look unimpressed. "Hi, Zane. How are the preparations coming?" He gave her one of his grunts, then shrugged. She took that to mean, "Great. And thanks so much for asking."