"It's nothing," he placated her with a smile, one that said whatever Dorian had whispered, it certainly wasn't nothing. Retrieving his fork after Isobel had taken her bite of pie, Trenton popped the sterling in his mouth to savor a lingering bit of neon cherry. He smiled around the silverware, watching her for a moment longer before he sank back against his seat. Bluegreen attention wavered, for the first time noting that there were two other people near by. Strange, and strangers. He considered that they might be from Bellum, but saw no reason to address the subject. He wasn't exactly friends with anyone that called that building home.