Dorian is, of course, two-fold fascinated by the mongoose Taako has summoned. He's never seen a mongoose before, though he's read about them along with several other idle curiosities over the years, also that he just witnessed what he can only attribute to teleportation. If time travel was recently theoretical, teleportation magic had yet to even be theorized. His mind began to race quickly over power levels required, concentration, and formulae, even while his keen olive gaze watched the clever little creature currently perched on Taako's outstretched arm with interest.

He didn't ask for permission before he reached out to touch the thing, taking note of its warmth and the softness of its fur. For all intents and purposes, the mongoose was real, but how...?

"And where have you pulled this clever little beast from?"