[Ah. That's easy to connect. Dorian shifts at the console—Harry might hear the rustle of clothes—so he can rest on an arm. He lets himself sound airy and light, but there is weight to it. Dorian knows where this is going.] Indeed she can. I've heard the other discuss it, though I can't see the appeal myself. At this age, I have so few surprises left to me, I have to at least keep the hope that there will be a few more.