And of course, his imperial majesty isn't ready to go. Right.

[For God's sake, Miles. Dorian fixes him with a look of exasperation, then pulls the backpack from his shoulders to push into the poor young man's hands as he invites himself in.]

Because it is abundantly clear you aren't prepared, I'll be invading your room. I hope there isn't any dirty laundry you don't want anyone to see—especially with the rest of them home. Are they home?