“Well forgive me then, for so rudely returning here whole and well. Shall I venture back out so that you can attempt to glean the strategic prowess of your guard in a desperate attempt to eventually beat me? I assure you, Commander, no manner of teaching will help you when you’re up against the best,” Dorian chuckles, leaning against the cool stone wall.
He tries to ignore the flush warming his cheeks, and prays Dorian doesn’t notice it either. “I--I didn’t mean to imply I didn’t want you returned in one piece,” he stammers. “I’m relieved that you--that none of you!--seem to have suffered, aside from unfortunately placed sand. I suppose it just means I will have to save my new winning strategy to beat you at the next game--after I trounce you at this.”