Dorian snickers a little, bouncing Orym in his arms before slipping him a quick kiss.

He basks in the quiet moment between them, enjoying the halfling’s presence, until Orym suggests heading back inside. With an exaggerated sigh, he nods.

“I suppose we should,” he eventually replies, with all the put-upon petulance of his noble upbringing. With another quick kiss, he then slowly sets Orym on his feet. “I could probably use a drink to endure the rest of the night, honestly.”