Soreth stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating the response. "Well, don't get killed, at least." He mumbled, looking off to something at the side of the mirror. "But if it's instinct to do this, then there isn't much else to do, is there?" 

Standing from the stool, and almost managing to fall over again in doing so, he started back toward the door with the intent of getting to the wardrobe in the bedroom. "I expect that they'll be here soon, but they'll knock, so you have time to hide somewhere if you want to keep out of trouble. I'd suggest going back to the kitchen and eating that other sandwich, personally." Finally reaching the piece of furniture, he leaned against it for a moment before pulling it open and searching for something acceptable to leave the room in. "Whatever you plan to do later, you can't very well do it without being informed, at least, so I would hope that you'd wait until I got back from this before attempting anything."