With as much as Dorian is sighing, one might worry he might be in danger of deflating entirely. Better to keep this going, better to keep the Bull distracted from whatever it was he was wrapped up in earlier.

And even if a portion of Dorian's mind is still dedicated to running through the old potions and glyphs he and Alexius had created on Felix's behalf, it's at least not an active concern.

"I believe this will be my seventh question, then. Is it above the waist?"