"I'm disappointed; there's no leopard sign," Xander said as he smoothed his hair, straightened his collar, and tried to look as much like somebody a snooty tweed-clad guy wouldn't chase away at first glance as he possibly could.
He raised a hand and knocked on the nondescript wooden door.
In the alley, behind the potted tree, up the staircase, beware of the leopard.
He raised a hand and knocked on the nondescript wooden door.