"Adorable," Midnighter says, voice gruff and warn, but amused through it all. He starts to stand up, whiping troubling dreams from his past from his eyes. Fucking bullshit, what the hell is going on? The grin he gives Dorian is all posturing, falling back into a persona he wears like his own skin. It's who he is, after all.

He's a fucking superhero.

"I'm the Midnighter. I'm always okay."

He runs his hand through his hair. "Try not to choke out handsome men, though. At least, not unless they ask politely first." Anything to move away from even the appearance of weakness.