"No, never." Dorian's stormy grey eyes fluttered closed, and he may have purred a little at the sensation of being petted - or made a noise similar to one Florianne might make when she was particularly happy with her lot (which probably involved tuna and knocking things off of shelves while looking you dead in the eye). "I would never hurt you and I would be very upset with anyone who tried to, amatus...relax," he added, but it was easier said than done.
So he shifted once more, bringing Lavellan with him to reverse their positions. But with Dorian on his back, he offered himself up as a willing sacrifice, stretching beneath the elf, hands going to his waist to stroke down his sides. "You are very noble," he pointed out, with a half-smile of dry amusement. "Unlike myself, I suppose." He wasn't some hero, wasn't even all that great of a person, but he was trying to be better and see himself the way his loved one did, "It's to be expected, but it does worry me - as long as you don't push yourself. I wouldn't know what to do if anything happened to you."