Brennan wraps his arms around Dorian tightly, one hand sliding against the mage's back in silent comfort, although those words have him tensing and pulling back slightly to cup his lover's face in his hands, searching his expression, his own eyes dark with concern.

"Shit, Dorian, you can't just tell me about how dangerous it is there in one moment and how you have to waltz right back to it in the next. I don't think I like the idea of you inheriting his enemies to begin with, but to then put yourself back within their reach? Alone? I think you're underestimating the charms of the south right now."