Dorian smiles, a real genuine one, for a brief moment. He's glad they can find something to laugh about even if it's the horrible truth that he will be painted as a criminal simply for existing.

"No wonder Darktown had so many rats," he muses, rubbing his chin with a hand. "I thought that meant you simply had a large amount of cheese."

They should go back to the camp. Honestly, they've been gone too long. There are going to be so many rumors. The rumors always came with him. He doesn't want to go back. He's comfortable here and content. For a brief moment Kirkwall isn't a shithole.