[That gleaming crown takes his attention first. Then the rest of her, the regal picture she strikes, at odds with the mundanity of the city that surrounds him. It's like being in the presence of the Black Divine or the Archon, except for the fact that Queen Margaery is definitely a woman and not a man nor a mage, and he doubts he needs to fear a potential assassination.

With a small bow, Dorian steps forward.]

It is, and a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Queen Margaery. If you'd like, there's a bench right here where we might sit and talk for a bit.

[He pulls the device from his pocket, indicating it's what he means to explain as much as he can, and gestures to the seat. At least it's a nice day, crisp and sunny. They won't have fear of getting rained out.]