"I was looking forward to spending time with you," Dorian throws right back, feathers ruffling at the accusation that all he's looking for is sex. "You're about to dash anything we could have today by going back to your room and incapacitating yourself."

A few breaths, but he's not done yet.

"And don't tell me that it has nothing to do with her. You took one look at her dress and practically started running from the room." Dorian throws a gesture at the garment currently sitting outside the door. "Even if she hasn't done something, she is something, and you're refusing to say anything about it for-- god knows why, by this point!"