Dorian picked up his hand and held it in both of his to keep it still. No need to be nervous or unsteady. Oh, they were no where near the heart of the matter of but after that little spurt of words there was nothing from Athras but worried silence.

"Then what was it?" he prompted, trying to coax more out of his lover. They hadn't gotten close to the heart of the matter but he was willing to be patient. The only time Dorian was good at being patient was when there was a problem to be solved.

The demon hadn't really worried him either seeing as he had dealt with them since childhood. Being a mage was like that but it was certainly the biggest, most terrifying demon he had faced. The jibe about his father was a low blow but easily ignored. More pressure had been put on Athras.

There was always more pressure on Athras.