There is a moment of panic as he remembers where he is- which is to say, not coming out of one of the doors in his London apartment where he usually accessed the cottage from. Further was the panic of being drawn and bloody quartered by Winter for being careless with the use of overt magic. But 'keep the people lost to every outsider' didn't really apply when everyone was lost. So after a temporary ruffling of his feathers, he eased into a brilliant smile.

"It's not a tear. It's very obviously a door. You'd be amazed the kind of places you can get to when you knock politely."