"I've yet to been given a reason to think otherwise," he snarls. "You hardly condone experimentation on slaves, but still condone slavery. Do not think yourself so benevolent."

Likewise Fenris keeps sharp eyes on Dorian's hands and staff, looking for signs of gathering magic. He's had more than his share of magic and magisters and - to quote a certain dwarf - weird shit to last him for many lifetimes over. Just when he thinks such things would be behind him, just when it felt as though he might be able to settle again, something has to happen to uproot it all. Will they never have any peace?

"Even if you didn't do this, give me a good reason to not just kill you now and save myself from regretting not doing so later."