After encountering them more than once, I think they're well aware you aren't human. [But Larus has a point. If he's going to stay in his suite, which is certainly Dorian's preference, then he should be safe enough. He hasn't heard of there being any obvious gang activity in the Up that hasn't, or can't be managed by the police presence.

Exhaling, Dorian lets the matter go and reaches for a pair of towels for them both.]

Let's get you some clothes for you and then we can collapse for the evening. [Larus' build is a tad closer to the average end than his own lithe grace, but the difference isn't enough that it'll be a present a problem, fit-wise.

A minute or two passes as Dorian vanishes into his still very empty walk-in closet. When he comes back, he has what, in his eyes, will probably be more to Larus' comfort than some of the brighter and more flamboyant offerings he's already magpied his way into. He holds out a shirt minus tie and a pair of dark slacks.]

Thankfully there isn't much of a difference between us in size. These should be comfortable, but if they aren't we'll work something else out.