[Dorian can respect that, he's already given Nate the open invitation to say anything weighing on his mind he wishes without it getting strange on the mage's part.

He would listen if Nate ever felt the desire to open up on the subject, but only on his terms.]

Oh no, my dear Nate, if this was dragon piss you'd smell it before you tasted it, the hairs in your nose would be one fire. If you can picture it.

[Dorian's not sure he wants to picture a man running around with his hands over his face because his nose hairs are on fire.]