[Dorian stands as the two of them approach, Dorian covertly noting with at least some degree of appreciate the muscles that seem to reside beneath Magnus' clothing while Cisco stumbles through his explanation. He arches an eyebrow and turns slowly back to Cisco as he comes to the meat of it, though, his expression clearly asking, "oh really?" He makes to protest, but Cisco turns and, somewhat cowardly he notes, escapes before he can be questioned and Dorian lets out a sigh of disappointment before turning back to the other man. His own frame is well built, though lithe and he stands a few inches under six feet, yet holds himself with a confidence and poise that suggest he's used to rubbing shoulders with important people and looking the part.]

Well then. I don't know if I should be insulted or not. What do you think, Magnus? Have we both been labeled as lonely and pining, or am I simply convenient? ...I can't be too upset with him, obviously. He has impeccable taste. [He waves a hand, dismissing the question before it can be answered and motions toward the table he's risen from.] No matter. You heard the man. Our bills covered. What's say we make the young Francisco pay well for his good intent?