“Child, child. Dorian is not—” Meng was struggling to find the words. “How might I put this? He isn’t the sort of creature you ought to be around. He’s somewhat of a…” Her eyes flickered over him. “Prick? Scammer? Traitor? Psychopath? All-around degenerate?” Dorian offered helpfully. “Yes. Thank you.” “No worries.”