Even though he's the one who'd asked to talk, Toby hesitates. His expression isn't the sort of fearful and nervous one he gets about Abduxel; instead, it's the mix of guilt and uncertainty someone has when torn about keeping a secret.

"...Drew Warner, the werewolf."

There's something reverent about the way he answers, something that suggests more than just feeding—perhaps some sort of attachment to a certain extent.

Toby then drops his gaze, wondering if Dorian could see right through him or somehow read the heart of what he's saying.

"He took very good care of me. In a manner of ways."