"Maker knows I'd never forgive myself for tarnishing that handsome visage of yours," Dorian quipped with a smile, though it faltered slightly as he wondered if he'd overstepped. He cleared his throat, turning his head only to spot something odd off between the trees.

"Well, that looks peculiar," he murmured as he carefully stepped toward it. There was something in that tree. He could just barely see it, the corner of something--