[Dorian laughs once he sees John doing so, ignoring the brief moment he questioned on whether or not approaching him like this was appropriate. He crosses his arms and leans back, considering the slowness of John's movement like it's a challenge to find out how long he's been at work.]

Are you... doing alright? I could whip you up some tea, or... something. I'd offer my lap as a pillow, but I know you wouldn't take it.