There are words and terms flying around, now, that are new to Dorian's ears, and so for the moment, he keeps his mouth shut and his focus sharp, remaining seated at Felix's side but no less a presence for it. There's barely any time to feel joy at the implied confirmation that Felix's Blight is, in fact, gone. And as for how crowded things are getting, he doesn't appear to care, not while necessary things are being said by necessary people, up to and including the thank yous via Ellana's gentler touch, something Dorian himself is simply not capable of right now.

His focus on Alistair makes a visible shift from suspicion, to an academic interest, wheels turning, and then sharpening into--

Is he impressed? Very nearly.

But his temper is evident, if held in check by Felix's presence alone. His jaw firms and something more dangerous flashes in his eyes, even when the corner of his mouth twinges upwards. He only just stops himself from glancing at Felix for confirmation. "Well, that all remains to be seen," he says, blandly, belying the hungry curiousity behind his expression. "Foremost expert in the matters of helping though you all seem to be. Isn't this quite enough Wardeny nonsense for one day?"