[This pause is less slight. Dorian's lips part, and his eyes flicker over Judas's face, as if trying to discern if he is in earnest, as if trying to work out if he really said that. But he did.]

Oh.

[He presses his lips together.]

As you like it. It's a preference you know I'm happy to indulge you with, should you become so comfortable as to permit it. [The slight betrayal of a smile.] In that situation, I mean.