"I'll do that." He's sure he has enough supplies around to suffice, not in his personal chambers but his office.

He smirks at the question and leans his elbow on the arm of his chair. He lifts an ankle to cross over his knee, a mirror image of Dorian's earlier pose. "I'm sorry. Is it unnerving?" Of course it is. That's the point. His sister used to do it all the time to great effect until he learned to bear the scrutiny and ignore it.