[Dorian actually wouldn't mind if his threat level rose. Mages and magic are dangerous, after all.]

Imagine...you had at your disposal all the rushing power of a whitewater river, and its unstoppable flow would come to your sole summons, but all you had to direct it was your force of will. That degree of control.

[He taps his chin thoughtfully.]

Or more depending on how much power one may bring to bear. Not all mages are created equal, after all.

[And he smiled at the latter.] Splendid! I suppose, somber at it is, joining in the festivities is best, yes?