Marius takes the shoes Dorian hands to him, studying them for a moment. He likes the look of them; they have a certain flair that reminds him of Dorian, but they also appear comfortable enough for him to walk in.

"Merci," he says, moving to sit down so he might try them on.

"But of course you do," he replies with a wryness more accustomed for an adult. The sales lady seems to be turning an impressive shade of red as she continues to watch them.