Regretfully, Dorian lets go of Toby as he flits over to the kitchen. He's still stealing glances though, looking over, checking that Toby's still there, still with him, as he gets the glasses, grabs the bottles, mixes the drinks.

"You have been feeding, right? I don't know who you were bunking with but we can just skip the alcohol if you're hungry."

Dorian being concerned plus a small little effort to try and figure out just where exactly Toby was.