Being shoved aside is so unexpected that Dorian's immediate thought is that it's part of their usual roughness and deviousness with each other. He flops over onto his side, smile still affixed to his face, and a disbelieving chuckle dropping from his lips.

"'Sloppy seconds'? What on Earth are you talking about?" The toss of the dress answers his question, and Dorian's eyes follow it for a moment as the pretty red garment flutters out the door. The undercurrent of what's happening still hasn't caught on, although something is definitely weird. Different. Still, they're having a good afternoon, aren't they? They planned for this, and Dorian wants it enough to try again. And several more times after that.

"I didn't have time to clean up with everyone bustling around this morning." Why is that such a big deal? "It's gone now, and I'm here." Moving closer again, he slips an arm around Toby's shoulders to press a kiss just beneath his ear.