Of course Price's curious eyes which scan the room eagerly cannot help but notice the mug. He tilts his head. It must be very important for the Director to keep it in his room. It would be fun to see his reaction if it shattered in many little pieces on the floor, Price thinks, but he doesn't want to be responsible for it because of the punishment that would come with it. He doesn't want to be yelled at and threatened, he's delicate. He might have a kill count and an history of arson, harassment and perjury (allegedly) among the other things, but he's delicate still.

He places the papers onto the desk and then helps the Director sit on his bed. Which would probably be too much for the usual standards, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing a foot and starting to remove a boot.

"Where do you keep your sleeping clothes, sir?"