It's not like it's some long, involved process. He'll allow that he's a little vain, but he's also practical: his job is to hit things and make sure other people are very good at hitting things, especially bad people. An involved routine takes away from time to practice hitting things.

Taming his hair only takes a minute or two. Finding the plain, serviceable wool cloak he acquired upon finding out they'd be stationed in the Frostbacks (but then abandoned when he decided he'd rather wear his armor all the time instead) takes longer.

The portable chess set is the last thing he grabs, off the top of the corner bookshelf, as he scowls at Alistair. "You'd better not have lost my place."

As though a) he hasn't read the book six times already, and b) he actually bothered marking his place to begin with.