He still thought Igor was crazy to think putting him together with the guests was a good idea, but he knew whether or not he wanted them to they would arrive anyway.
Better to be prepared than not.
He was expecting one soon, actually. This was the room, so it was just a matter of when they'd finally arrive. It was night out there so...they'd probably be asleep when they showed up.
In the meantime, he'd grabbed a chair and a footrest and had put his feet up, browsing through his compendium's pages as it floated in front of him. There was a delightful collection of processes here, many missing just one piece that would make them all work...
It was an interesting way to pass the time.