Dorian gulped loudly through the rivers of tears staining his moustache. He couldn't believe he'd spooked Nix into spilling the fish! He was this close to assisting the Fosse-Grim, when he leaned down and used his magick to gather them up. Dorian could only begin to breathe again when Nix returned them to the tank.
"I didn't mean it! Forgive me." He would have put his hands on the man's shoulders, but he dare not be invasive. "But, do - do share with me some spot of your life. Your likes, dislikes? I am game for whatever it is you wish to share with me, old chap!"
With that, he wiped away the remaining tears, hoping to get himself cleaned off for intent of listening to Nix.