It had been a terrible idea. He knew that, looking at it objectively, and not just for the trouble it would cause with the escort.

But still... there was a twinge of regret. Small and selfish. He pushed it away as quickly as he could and turned back.

"No, we wouldn't want that," he said, expression softening. He turned back, took in Dorian's face, and willed a small smile. "...But there's no harm in standing here quietly, picturing him on the receiving end of one Sera's bee jars, is there?"