He didn't make any special preparations for October's eventual arrival. Not that he even could, leaving the Acanthus free to choose the date without a heads-up. And he was no Enchanter, Fate and Time weren't his thing to guesstimate with.
Still, the magic detector and the gun-shaped tracker are within reach, the fridge is filled with food and drink (alcoholic and not), and the relatively small living space Shodan cares to maintain is a bit less messy than usual. Dressed in a hoodie, the Libertine passes the time with a work and fun mixture.
"Trash!" when the Apostate enters, she is likely to witness a box full of rattling something inside, flying in a projectile arc across the room "Trash!" And another. And another "Oh, wait a minute!" He whistles "Nope, trash!" One more.
Gremlin, Shodan's cat, watches the spectacle from a safe distance. The longer you look at the beast, the more convinced you are that it looks amused.