[TJs in the clothes he arrived in - well tailored black slacks and a white button down shirt. The tie's gone and he has the shirt untucked and unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to appear more casual and relaxed. He's standing in front of the mirror attempting to artfully toss his hair when Ragnar strolls in without knocking and he freezes.

He had said he'd leave it open for him. He turns around and rests his hands on his hips, his smile shifting into a smirk as he takes his time looking Ragnar over.]

At least they aren't playing favorites. [With the rooms.] I'm inclined to agree. All of this. [He nods towards the other guy.] Is something everybody should get to see in person.