[ And just like that, his connection to the Fade reestablishes itself, snaps back into place like the string of a bow once pulled taut -- and for a moment, he nearly heeds Warren's instruction, nearly coats himself in ice and flame and hurls himself bodily at the wizard.

The bars blocking his way, however, pose a problem.

So instead he waves a hand dismissively, head tilting to one side. ]

Say I did happen to show you something remarkable, my dear Lucas, what then? Do I stay here like your little pet? A puppet to your whims?

"Dorian, be a darling and do that thing again, would you? You know how it entertains me."