Having traveled with the Inquisition for months now, in some of the most hostile and freezing terrains in the Maker's creation, Dorian's gotten used to keeping close to the others. Of those gathered, the Bull is the only one he actually knows...and he also knows with some authority that the Bull is exceedingly warm, a trait he plans on exploiting.

And then he hears his name as he approaches. "And just what is it I'm not to-" the rest of that sentiment is lost as his eyes fall upon the most beautiful alien creature he's laid eyes on. Forgive him, Tony, he hasn't even noticed who they're reclining on. "Sweet Maker, what stunning creatures..." Then he takes notice of Tony. "Where is their mother? She won't take kindly to their being so thoroughly handled by humans, I suspect."