Truth be told, Dory would've preferred both his brother and Greengrass to leave him to figuring out this latest disaster. It was difficult to focus with Greengrass so close, the rejection too recent for Dory to have sorted his newfound ... immoral tendencies back into its box. Winnie ensured him other men suffered from the same affliction, that it wasn't as unnatural he initially thought it to be. But Greengrass didn't, which meant the subtext of every conversation they had hadn't existed at all.

Which left Dory beyond confused and frustrated.

He pushed a hand through his hair in an effort to keep himself from showing any other visible sign of his frustration. The room felt hot and he was certain the walls had closed in a few inches, too. Dory needed out, not for Greengrass's sake or Leo's bladder, but for himself.

"Yeah, sure. We'll just wait." He agreed with a tense nod and stepped back further away from the wall. The window still taunted him even as he sat upon one of the nearest tables. Perhaps they could work a pane of glass out to fit one of their hands through? Dory was hesitant to use magic on the metal itself for fear of losing the window altogether. But, careful cutting along the sides of the pane could work. The only remaining issue there was his hands were too big to fit through even the largest section, and with no women present it was unlikely any of the other men's would either.

(That Dory immediately thought of the likely softness of Greengrass' hands embarrassed him further. Moreso when his body had a minimal reaction to the thought, as well.)

Leaning forward, Dory rested his elbows upon his knees. "Anyone have a knife handy?" He asked, feeling even more foolish for leaving his in his desk.