"Ah," Dorian said, casually. "Games of chance." Such things were an amusement to him, but not excessively so. Dorian did not value gain or thrills of such small quality, and games could only keep his attention for a short amount of time. Dorian did not covet. He turned from the machine after giving it an affectionate pat, all but ignoring the security guards coming around to force people to exit. He was not in the mood to move, but he did not fight without need. It was too much effort.
Dorian tipped his head at his companion. "What causes you to say that?" Dorian asked, lifting a brow. He didn't have to think very hard to know who was most likely to be behind the large Nordic monster destroying the city, after all. He was not so foolish as to think Loki would stop even if Dorian asked, but why would Dorian ask. "Would I mourn what? The wyrm?" His expression must have indicated his answer, a slight smirk.