Aranhil smirked at the scratching at the door. Hoppy survived partially because he was so amusing. As much as he wanted to eat the rabbit, Aranhil was a little too entertained by him to do so. "Sylvia, open the door. I know how to open it even if you don't come do it for me, so you might as well. I'd hate to break your door or ruin your lock. Just come open the door. Alright? I brought food for your damn rabbit, so stop starving your pet." He knew that his wife had trouble resisting anything in regards to her rabbit. He was certain that she'd open the door if she thought it meant her rabbit was going to starve.

"Sylvia, I'm running out of patience." He warned her a moment later. The plate of food was kinda hot, and he was not enjoying having to hold onto it for so long. "Hurry up." He shook his head, annoyed by having to stand around like a servant. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, waiting to see if she was going to come get her door, or if he was breaking it open.