[ even as dorian speaks, larus' thoughts are already elsewhere. there's a directory, he knows, and since he has a name, it should be simple enough to look up information and contact this person. maybe not even talk to him directly for a while, though outright stalking him might come with some problems. his eyes dart towards the other when he moves, interrupted from a spiral that would no doubt keep him busy for a while. ]

I know. [ it's back to softer words, tucking his annoyance away to consider later. ] It's a nice sentiment, even if I'm used to taking care of myself. I'll do what I can though – to help you.

[ because he still hasn't forgotten what dorian did for him, most likely saving his life when he could have left him in a pool of his own blood. the least he could do is return the favor in some way. ]

[ he looks at him. ] Is there anything else I need to know?