Dion gives the hinges an assessing glance. Whilst he does not actually suspect the door is at much risk of such, it may well make an unattractively worrying rattling noise. He casts a look over his shoulder, eyeing the spacious bit of unoccupied wall that's opened up.

Dion gives a brief squeeze to Joshua's front, then steps back.

"Pray idle by your bedside stand whilst I fetch our oil. If you're feeling particularly eager, mayhap remove your trousers as well."