This generally handsome young man will soon find himself greeted with a generally forbidding looking servant. Dark eyes, long dark hair that's mostly tied back but seems to hang about his face, crooked nose, Childermass could be accused of being many things but handsome generally isn't among those titles. He raises a supercilious eyebrow at the knocker, the expression on his face as if to say, 'Well?' Though instead when he opens his mouth it is to say, in his own gruff, Yorkshire sort of way,

"State your business then." He does not hold the door open for the man, but instead holds it in place, leaning sideways against the frame as he takes in the measure of the other before him.