"I was thinking more along the lines of you offering yourself up," Rhys says casually, as though it were an ordinary sort of comment anyone would make. "But as you say, I suppose I'll have to make do."

So he sits in the proffered chair, leaning back in it, and giving Murdoc a long, thorough once over, as if trying to ferret out the source of his cheerfulness. Of course, he already knows, but it's amusing to act as though he has no idea.