[Dorian had been trying to be understanding, he really had. And yet in the face of it all, the mage couldn't hold back. It started with a sort of tremble in his chest, and he had to turn away as he let out an ungainly and altogether embarrassing snort.]

[It only got worse, turning into the sort of chuckle that he often heard from the drunk men at the Herald's Rest. It was giddy and excited, and altogether entirely unlike him.]

[It took a good minute for him to calm down, at least enough to choke out a few words, even though a trembling, silent laugh clung to him.]

Maker's breath, Shiro, is that what it took? [He shook his head.] Yes, you incredibly daft man. I am. I have been for the better part of my time here, my friend.