"Yes, asking Courfeyrac sounds like a capital idea," Dorian agrees. He doesn't know much about Courfeyrac but from what Marius has mentioned, but Dorian is all for the division of labor when people are suffering from strange magical enchantments that make them smaller versions of themselves, or something.

"And yes." Dorian pushes the door open. The little bell rings. He ushers Marius in with the wave of a hand.

"They absolutely have to be this fancy if I'm buying them for you. Deal with it."