Come now, don't be jealous.

[ Brennan just laughs - because he knows exactly where Dorian's train of thought probably just went - and gives the mage a fond squeeze before taking a half-step back, bringing his hands up to clasp at the man's shoulders. Despite his humor, his gaze is intent as he scans the mage from head to foot, taking in everything about him. There's a glint of concern in his eyes for the briefest of moments as he drinks in the sight of him. ]

You're not hurt? And what do you mean, a few days? I just shared breakfast with you this morning.