[When Larus comes closer, Dorian reaches out smoothly with his free hand to press the window shut more, turning the steady beam of sunlight into the room into a thinner slice. It's automatic, given that his longest-lived living experience with a vampire had been with a clumsy one prone to tripping over his own feet and falling down staircases when excited. The movement pushes a cloud of sweet and slightly spice smoke into the room.

Whether more offered from kindness or the need to shake off restlessness, Larus' help would be useful. It's a nice conciliatory gesture, and he thinks he gets the point of it.]

Nothing that big is coming, but... thanks. [But his gaze does leave the window and fix curiously on Larus at his next offer.]

You want to go out on the town? [The thought's a little amusing, if doubtful. Apparently, Larus really isn't going to engage in the drama of what happened at all. It's odd and not what Dorian's used to in someone he likes, but it's... comfortable? As usual, he isn't totally sure what to make of it.] Or are you offering that for my sake?