Oh Gar, sweet man, where else would a private door in the chambers of an Emperor’s consort lead but into the Emperor’s room. Which of course might be some display of trust right there, giving Gar unfettered access to the Emperor.

As it was, he was nearly half an hour early. Which meant just in time to shock Dorrek out of what little rest he had managed. Not even half an hour that he’d been in his own room, and while there he had let himself enjoy a hot soak. At the knocking Dorrek had lifted himself from his bath and sought a towel, meaning he barely had time to grab one nearby and wrap it around his waist as Gar effectively burst in on him.

Dorrek didn’t blush this time, but he definitely seemed... momentarily flustered.

“Surely Earth holds to a policy of waiting after knocking,” he chided as he strode over time a standing set of cabinets and opening them to pull out a garment. He then dropped the towel, back to Gar, and started to pull the body suit on. Many Skrull wore the tight fitting black and purple outfits, ones that might as well be painted on for how tight they seemed at the leg and chest and arms.

“You are early.”