Puck glances to the key ring and then to the doorknob ...

And a moment's jiggling about with the handle, while his weight is thrown against the door as well, produces that beautiful click once more. Puck steps back-- a thump against the door makes him jump-- and reaches up to grab the ludicrously insecure-looking latch.

Another thud slams against the door. Puck looks around for something heavy; the options appear to be primarily a) bed, b) chair and c) chest of drawers.

"I expect I shan't wish to sleep," he mutters, and moves from the door for the former.