Ah. He fully knows what he's doing, his Rama. Maybe his hands are more used to shaving from that particular angle, or maybe he wants to be impossibly close while he does this. He certainly knows he's made a promise not to speak, and considering that movement would also be ill-advised Rama now has a fully captive audience.

He answers with a raise of his brow. As though he'd say 'no' to an offer like that, even one that'll probably wind up killing him in this chair.