Don't be too impressed, Dorian. There is nothing of interest here, no need to zoom in on him as a manipulation pet project.

Will listens, though, attentive student, and a second later that stag falls back to the floor at his feet with no muss or fuss. Probably glad to get away from the singing fish, truth be told. Will looks from the floor, where his shadow is tilted at a decidedly wrong angle and beginning to sprout antlers just before it goes back to normal, wrinkles his nose, and finally turns his eyes back to Dorian. He is a stag-beaten, sad, sad, sad man.

"You got any ideas for how to turn off thinking, too?"

Help him, Obi-Wan Dorobi.