[ He pauses at the doorway at the question, frowning a little, trying to recall the names--
Detective Jacob Randall. Kara Makenna. Rathen. Madigan. Charles Maxwell III.
--no, not Charles. He hates being called Charles. Charlie. And he likes it so much better when Dorian calls him ama--
He winces when that noise comes back, a hand instinctively going to his forehead. It's there and gone in a flash, the only sign of its passing being the slightly confused look that crosses Dorian's face, as though he had somehow forgotten what he was doing in the last few seconds. ]
I-- no, I don't believe I do. [ And his expression is bland when he glances over at Warren. ] Should I have?
"Cross paths." Not the most friendly of ways to put it. [ He rubs his forehead again, still frowning. ] I'm sorry I can't remember. Not exactly on good terms, I take it?
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Do you have any thoughts on the Randall wizard and his companions?
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Detective Jacob Randall. Kara Makenna. Rathen. Madigan. Charles Maxwell III.
--no, not Charles. He hates being called Charles. Charlie. And he likes it so much better when Dorian calls him ama--
He winces when that noise comes back, a hand instinctively going to his forehead. It's there and gone in a flash, the only sign of its passing being the slightly confused look that crosses Dorian's face, as though he had somehow forgotten what he was doing in the last few seconds. ]
I-- no, I don't believe I do. [ And his expression is bland when he glances over at Warren. ] Should I have?
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I see.
[ Dorian looks up fully this time, and while he doesn't smile, his expression is soft, earnest. ]
You know I'll help you in whatever way I can, amatus.
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Thank you.
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[ And then he leaves to assemble what sparse belongings he has here. ]