Raylan isn't wrong with a lot of his assumptions of Dorian, so it seems his sense for people is spot on. To be fair, with the way this world is interacting and messing with his magical ability or focus, it's only a matter of time till someone gets caught in the cross-fire or is too close to avoid being caught in his magic. He's doing his damnedest to avoid that by practicing daily and trying to strengthen himself so that's less likely to happen. He's not entirely sure it's making any headway but he's going to do it anyway, just like being back in the Circles of Tevinter and having to relearn things from scratch. Beyond that though, there had been times where innocent got caught up in his more destructive behaviors, but he's grown a lot since then.

Dorian mirrors the laugh, realizing the other likely didn't understand his gentle innuendo and he debates with himself for a moment continuing with the fun. Especially as the other juts a thumb over one shoulder to suggest he go into the kitchen and fix himself some food.

"That is a sound suggestion, I must say. But I think only half of the ingredients are available for my sandwich. Unless of course, you're feeling like inviting that twin of yours." He smirks playfully, chin in hand, expression wry and flirtatious. He lets the moment draw on for a bit so the other can put two and two together before once again chuckling.

"I'm joking of course. Honestly, I'll take whatever is available, I realize supplies are limited and food is a good idea."