[Well yeah, that's what closer typically are employed as. It's an unfortunate stereotype, really.]

I could wash Renoir, or I could go up ten flights of stairs and sleep. Or risk elevators. I'm not really eager for those last two, so I think I'll opt for something menial and mindless, thanks.

[Wow Seven is totally not like that. ...he can't speak for his other company given that ~breezy~ robe and all, but still.]

No offense, but I don't think you could pull off something like this. Or that you would want to, for that matter.