[There is the sound of paper being torn many many times, and tiny pieces are slowly flicked out from under the door by unseen fingers. Just when it seems the barrage of paper bits is going to become tedious, a larger piece with writing is pushed through, and more tiny paper bits are idly flicked out.]
Find another pursuit. Sleeping outside my door would be rather uncomfortable.
By the by, I have an adjacent private bathing room. I need not go bounding down the corridors like a rampaging bilgesnipe, as you must. Did I not create one for your bedchamber?