It's Abduxel. It's totally Abduxel, Dorian's already planning just how to murder that demon in his head, his possessive streak growing a mile wide. All the shit that Dorian got when he cut it off with him, all the shit that Toby probably got (because he's not an idiot, Toby probably got some shit) and yet it's Abduxel that Toby runs off to when things go sour.

Dorian's grip on the glass tightens as he takes a sip, mostly to try and parse out what to say next.

"I suppose it would all depend on who you went to." He's trying to keep his voice light and carefree, but there's a tenseness underneath. If it's a demon, said demon is gonna be throttled. Dorian knows that there are other supernatural people around, he's just zoning in on this one possibility, this one potential outcome. "Who was it?"