It takes some time for a response to come, but he didn't ring the bell, after all, which means it isn't an emergency. Lance is, at least, a light enough sleeper that the knock does wake him, and he comes downstairs in his undershirt with trousers tugged on for presentability, still hazy from sleep when he opens the door.

He knows that face, however, and a rare smile brightens his weary face. "Lorne."