[ He's fought these creatures enough to know that they were difficult opponents, made all the more difficult by their refusal to stay dead; he wants to avoid a fight as much as anyone. All the same, when it begins to posture menacingly, Dorian still finds it in him to roll his eyes heavenward, as if he were dealing with a petulant child, rather than a toothy, tentacley monster.

Breathe, Dorian. ]

Oh, yes, entirely complimentary. Surely there's some little known bag couturier simply dying for the opportunity to design something for someone as unique as you.