"It wasn't a problem. I am the man that makes the magic happen -- literally."

Dorian reaches a hand out and, despite himself, ruffles the thick hair on Marius' head, before he starts heading for the department store he knew was three blocks away on the same street. If he could get Marius clothed, fed and back in his apartment, he wouldn't feel entirely guilty leaving him to his own devices after that. Marius had many friends.

"Has this happened to anyone else you know? Have you any idea how long it might last?"