"Good, neither am I," slow is just fine by him and he's even more inclined to go at that pace what with this fellow moving in even closer. Dorian finally reaches up to lay the back of his hand against the man's forehead and then cups the side of his face.

"You do feel a bit cold, perhaps a walk would help warm you up," Dorian's touch is warm and gentle, encouraging to some degree, as if he's coaxing Isra closer.