There might be some sense to your knocking if we had a door between us

Hattori listened in intent silence, eyes glowing in the shadow of the bamboo. Above all else, Keito was a Hattori, his son. There was no reason to deny him entry, he hadn't done anything wrong- even if Hattori had thought from the very start that his search was fruitless. He turned, flicking his tail to gesture for Keito to follow suit- Jiro could come along too if need be.

"You may prepare your quarters yourself," there was plenty of room for it. Dead end corridors that acted as rooms, private spaces for his clan to call their own. Hattori was unsure if he wished to reclaim his childhood den, he was welcome to do so as it had been left the very same since he'd left it. "Find me tomorrow morning at the dojo for training. Jiro, see to it that your brother has something to eat. He has travelled far. "