[Dorian covers his mouth with his hand, forcing the laughter back until it is just an amused expression.]

I'm very sorry, Harry. Only I just imagined an occupation for which you are most unsuited. [He ducks his head in contrition, and lifts it when he can give Henry a charming boyish smile, the sort he learned to use to get away with things only after Henry revealed to him the power in his looks.] Please, tell me what you would like? I'll find it for you, whatever it is. I can't stand the thought of you doing anything beneath you.