Maxwell glanced toward Dorian, the mage standing out with his bright, glittering wings - like a peacock among drab game birds.

"He's a bit of a fan, yes," he said. "But at least you can say for certain he doesn't sleep with them."

Jokes at the expense of his own love life, that was a good step right?

That'd make everyone think he was alright.

Turning back, he offered what he hoped was an easy, comforting smile.

"Be safe, Tabris."