Marius grins at the hair ruffling, despite himself. If it were someone more like his grandfather making such a gesture, he would scowl before running off. But Dorian is a friend, and he knows he means well by it, so he allows it. As much as he can allow anything while trapped in the form of a child.

"No, it's not something I've seen happen to others I know," he admits, walking alongside the other man. "I hope it doesn't last long!" He blanches, horrified by the idea. "I have work and...other things to consider."