Ah, thanks for the explanation. I genuinely didn't understand the point he was making and it wasn't clear whether he wished to visit the House of a Thousand Pleasures for standard reasons, or wished to skulk there to read away from the prying eyes of superiors, or merely wished to plonk himself there and lose himself in his book.
Myself, I prefer armchairs for reading.
Offended? No, not really. Just somewhat surprised. It is not even modesty, offended or otherwise, rather, more a personal sense of reserve, along with a passionate belief in privacy and personal space and in keeping some things private.
One of the things I really do not 'get' - and it is why I do not 'get' Facebook, and do not have a Facebook account - is the strange imperative that seems to afflict some people to broadcast a running commentary on the minutiae of their lives, a thrilling tale in which they get to play the starring role.