Even when Toby pulls away, Dorian can't help but squeeze him a little bit tighter, as if trying to pull Toby back into a kiss, to have them go back to making out. Because really, he didn't know where Toby had been this past week. Undoubtedly with somebody, as he had to feed...if it was Abduxel, Dorian would probably have to throttle the demon on the spot.

But he's too wrapped up in Toby being here, Toby being back to give it that much thought. And so, when Toby mentions drinks, Dorian perks up. The words after that are a bit worrying but no, he's not going to focus on that, not when he's got Toby here and Toby with him. Besides, what on Earth would they need to talk about anyway?

"I've still got a bit of gin left. Straight up or a mixed drink? I've got tonic water and juices, whatever works best for you." Ah. But wait. This is Toby, he doesn't know precisely what sort of drink the other man wants.

"Or, I've got my wrist if you're a bit...peckish."