Just a bit more to the left...
He tilts the pick just the slightest amount, and then turns the lock, giving it a satisfied smile when it opens smoothly. Carefully, he pushes the door open and peers inside.
"...You know," he muses to no one in particular, "If I were going to accuse anyone of replacing the inside of their house with a tavern, I definitely wouldn't have picked Carlotta Valentia."
He slips through the door, rising from his crouch to look around.