While he would normally lapse into silence, he instead offers a quiet, "I'm thinking."
Dorian is still reluctant to part, and he frowns at the Bull's offer. The childish part of him wants to wring his hands, but instead he hears his mother and various nannies tutting at the back of his head. Instead, he contents himself with adjusting his gloves.
But the Bull has offered their only real recourse, and Dorian sighs.
"It does seem to be our only option." The words are offered grudgingly, and Dorian finally frees his staff from its holster at his back. The fall has damaged it slightly, has dented the handle and bent the metal grip slightly out of shape. If these ruins don't kill him, Dorian thinks with a touch of humor, Evelyn surely will. Still, the focus at the head is intact, and the blade is still serviceable. He'll be fine.
Then, he adds with a touch more force, "You had better be in one piece when I find you. If we're both forced to return here, then I'll tear this damned wall down myself."
A final option, though it's far from ideal. There's a reason why he hasn't attempted it already – matters of structural integrity, of drawing attention. Still, it's nice to at least have something that resembles a backup plan, if all else fails.
Another rallying breath, and Dorian's voice softens as he pushes away.
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Dorian is still reluctant to part, and he frowns at the Bull's offer. The childish part of him wants to wring his hands, but instead he hears his mother and various nannies tutting at the back of his head. Instead, he contents himself with adjusting his gloves.
But the Bull has offered their only real recourse, and Dorian sighs.
"It does seem to be our only option." The words are offered grudgingly, and Dorian finally frees his staff from its holster at his back. The fall has damaged it slightly, has dented the handle and bent the metal grip slightly out of shape. If these ruins don't kill him, Dorian thinks with a touch of humor, Evelyn surely will. Still, the focus at the head is intact, and the blade is still serviceable. He'll be fine.
Then, he adds with a touch more force, "You had better be in one piece when I find you. If we're both forced to return here, then I'll tear this damned wall down myself."
A final option, though it's far from ideal. There's a reason why he hasn't attempted it already – matters of structural integrity, of drawing attention. Still, it's nice to at least have something that resembles a backup plan, if all else fails.
Another rallying breath, and Dorian's voice softens as he pushes away.
"Be careful, Bull."