His hand goes light on the door's handle. It's an automatic thing—the natural instinct of a person being caught doing something they shouldn't be doing. It is the opposite of what he ought to do, of course, which would be to strengthen his grip there and act as if there was nothing at all out of the ordinary about the presence of his hand there. But what child doesn't shy away from the having their knuckles rapped for misbehavior?

No trace of that hesitation shows in the man's expression as he turns to face this untimely witness however. He is frowning, dark eyed and sullen about being interrupted. And his hand, though the touch is light, remains faintly at the latch.

"Is there something you need?" Is not an answer to either of those questions.