You had been helping Dorian to control his magic, the tonic you had made was a long shot, and Dorian had expected his magic to erupted like always when he reached for his power. But then it was quiet. Dorian opened his eyes to find you, clever, steady, wonderful you, standing there, biting your lip. You took one step toward him, not away, for once. "Did it—" Dorian was on his feet so fast the chair rocked behind him, and had your face between his hands a heartbeat after that. "Yes" he breathed, and I kissed you. It was fast but your face was flushed, and your eyes wide as he pulled back. His own eyes were wide, gods be damned, and he was still rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Contemplating going back for more.