[Sholmes closes and locks the door behind him, calmly watching as the strange horned woman pauses for a brief moment in the entryway, only to go straight for the stairwell without even his prompting.]

...

[Well. He follows behind to see if she does carry herself up the steps, first.]

I should warn you that my flat is not... in an acceptable state to receive guests. I hope that won't be a problem.