Dorian is shaking his head before Toby is done talking. "I'd rather we didn't." A line of anger in his jaw, an imploring bend to his brow. Restrained and stubborn, Dorian still wears his emotions without a masking expression. "Come on. Let's just go." A hand half-lifts, but he doesn't move it further. Toby isn't easily pushed into anything, and Dorian has a sense that trying to pull him along will only make his heels dig in.