[Dorian is a surprisingly generous man, even with the wine- and there's more where that came from fortunately. He trusts Nate with drinking straight from the bottle more than he trusts him trying to pour it into a glass and drinking it. That takes coordination.

You can thank him later, or curse him when your stomach is in an uproar and kicking everything from the past twenty-four hours out the same way it came in. Either way Dorian is quite content to lay on his side, nurse his own glass of wine, and listen to Nate go on about his marvelous adventures. Granted Nate in a prison with a bucket- there's an image.]

You could live like a king off of a sapphire the size of my marvelous ego, just so you are aware. [If sapphires are as valuable in his world as they are in Dorian's anyway.] So you found your paradise and your precious stone, what happened after? Was it everything you wanted?

[Because there is always an after, usually the after is too good to be true.]