Fred jerked at the knocking and frowned, grabbing the candlestick and looking to the Masked man before shaking his head. Knew it. He just knew it. Fred unbuttoned his coat and mussed up his hair, gave a quick look to his cleaned hands before he pulled his sleeves down carefully.
Letting the Masked man find his own hiding place - though Fred was sure he'd probably sneak through the house and hide under a bed.
Finally, candle in hand and looking appropriately tired and mussed he frowned at the guards, "Can I help you?" He grumbled out, sounding sleepy and like he'd just be roused from a nice nap on a desk.