"Knock and wait until I respond," Red Son said, moving around the kitchen to get the water going and pull out some loose leaf tea because he would never just use teabags, he's got pricey taste

But honestly, he's right. Says permission would go far. He could also probably just enter because Red Son likes him despite himself and would just get yelled at versus having all his stuff threatened. But like hell Red Son would admit it.

"We would need to test that. Mortal standards for spicy is usually extremely disappointing, he was a rather pleasant surprise. Not the spiciest, of course, but consistently pleasant," he said. "What kind of tea do you drink that isn't an overly processed mess of a drink?" Never mind he'd drink those drinks too, he will still make complaints.