[Maybe not as odd as Dorian says. And if Adam were capable of seasickness, he might think the same!

Charming phrasing on that last comment, though. A snort that can kind of pass for a laugh.] Nice of you to notice.

[But he's had no truck with romance and interpersonal contact and whatnot for more than half a year (having been distracted by a near-death experience, kidnapped ex, etc.) and so, for all his powers of observation, Adam does an incredible job missing most of the subtext in Dorian's words. The way he reacts – doesn't react – might be indication enough that no, he didn't pick up on that. Or maybe it'll just come off as par for the course for him, impassiveness and all.

(Give him a few minutes, and it'll finally hit him that he's sharing private stores of wine with a man who apparently finds him "rather strapping.")

He shifts his weight so he's no longer leaning on the window.] I can take care of myself. And you, if it comes to that.

Don't see any weapons on you, though. [An arched brow.] So I'm guessing you're magic?

[He's joking, mostly, and it's just barely audible in his tone. Swords, shields, dwarves– only thing that's missing is an elf and a wizard, right?]