Orym falls into step at Dorian's side, a step behind, and he takes the moment to look around. Their absence has been noticed it seems, but the murmurs and whispers seem to mostly be interested more than anything else. Good.

What he doesn't notice are the eyes watching him with a bit too much interest, because that's not something he's looking for. "I'll get us both a drink, my lord." Because really, they both could use one. A quick, perfectly polite bow with a quicker but far less polite and more playful little smile before he turned to head off.