[The clothes are a good look on the other man in Dorian's estimation, but do feel a little wrong, somehow. Maybe it's that being exhausted is making everything feel a touch wrong, and out of place.]

You're welcome.

[But it feels good to be touched like this when he's freshly-showered and in a vulnerable state of partial undress. Dorian will reach for a robe to sleep in after a moment, but for now he's going to take in the contact as it lingers, focusing his senses on it.]

I'll be all right. [Dorian fingers one of the fine, open panels of Larus' shirt, keeping this last point of contact between them before they part.] You go ahead of me; I still need to vampire-proof the sitting area, and between the two of us, I wasn't the one who suffered multiple stab wounds.