[Equius watches with a held breath, swallowing and lacing his lower lip with his tongue before the gentle pinch of his fangs snaps him out of his trance. His eyes return to the rather depressing sight that is the door and he finally returns to a more dignified stance, arms crossed over his chest, towel from his shower still nestled neatly against his neck.]

You are not to tell me what I enjoy and don't, and fixing a door is hardly the most interesting of tasks I could be spending my time doing.