The irony isn't lost on Dorian, either, and he lets out a quiet, incredulous ha! in response. Mixed signals, Dorian might point out, but he'd prefer not to invite that sort of commentary. Not with their companions still within earshot.

Ahead of them, Evelyn is frowning at two diverging paths split by a tall stone protrusion – one following the contours of the cavern wall, the other acting as the edge of a cliff. She decides to lead them down the cliff side – no doubt with plans to loop back around to around to explore what she missed. Thorough, she is. Nice that at least one of them can find this entire trip fascinating.

"Do you not consider me a typically generous person?" he asks, his hand pressed against his sternum as he feigns offense. "Why, just the other day, I held a door open for someone, unprompted, and even allowed them to enter the room before me."