He thought for a moment. He liked the idea of standing by the window with a book, but then he realized that that would involve holding up a book for at least several hours, and that idea was less inviting. His mother would probably dislike the informality of him leaning against the desk, and all of this was to please his mother. "Perhaps sitting down..." he said, and he sat down behind the desk and tried to pull a stern portrait like face. "How is this?" he asked.