Frederick turns back slowly, a distinct smirk on his face that isn't even trying to look innocent.

"I told you, I can't," he says slowly, in a light and airy tone. There's something to it that's far from genuine. "I absolutely must be on my way."

He turns to leave again, making his way towards the door. He retrieves his greatcoat and his hat in two smooth motions, replacing them on his way out and adjusting them as he's walking. (It's only drizzling at the moment.)

As he does so, he listens for footsteps.