"Oh. Well do excuse my presumptions," Doc replies good-naturedly with a small smile. He's going to be one of the last people in Mathias to judge, regardless of whether handsome men or beautiful women are scheduling nightly visitations.

Although he's not so sure if they're still talking about mysterious demons.

"Right. Well. You best hang back then." Doc has but a filed down butter knife, which isn't actually meant to be used on other people, and while he knows what he's doing with it wherever he might want to apply his skills, it would still likely be safer if he approached and Dorian covered than the other way around.

He's a little hesitant to approach now with all the warnings Dorian has given him, but he steels his nerves and takes a couple of small steps forward.

"Excuse me, ladies--" he doesn't get to finish whatever speech he was making up on the spot before crossing some invisible boundary that sets them off, gets them moving, merging? And then simply falling into the beyond.

"No- Jesus Ch- wait-" Doc starts to chase even though he's too far to catch up, mildly horrified and panicked and before he knows it, he's on the edge himself, instantly regretting his attempt to try to find any trace of them in the darkness.

Probably not a good time to mention that he gets queasy about heights.