Krem's hands pat around his person briefly, before coming up with a slightly dingy but mostly clean handkerchief. He offers it to Dorian with a grimace.

"Can't say I actually knew you had that coming," he sighed, his elbow coming to prop on his knee, forehead in his hand. If Dorian HAD made it a bigger bolt, there was no guarantee that the man would be walking away with all of his teeth.

_{"Bull's gonna kill me for this..."}