Likewise, Dorian appreciates anyone who takes his drama and runs with it. The alternative is flailing about in the sand, and where will that get them? Sandy, is ...fine, more "what" than "where," but let's not split hairs. "Never heard of it," he informs her, breezily, "but I suppose that makes you as lost as I am. There do seem to be a number of us. And you know what they say about numbers and strength."

They should stick together a little while, is what he's proposing. "Dorian Pavus. You're welcome for the toes, by the by. Imagine trying to walk without them!"

He backtracks to a moment ago, warily eyeing the Seedling that has now settled down, looking all innocent and liarly. "Learn anything interesting about these little fellows? Other than that they seem to be inveterate pranksters."

And he hasn't even gotten pollen'd yet.