Dorian's smile softens at that, and his grip gently tightens around Orym's hand. "I want this too," he says softly. "I just hope you won't mind this."

Then, with one hand still holding Orym's, his other hand reaches around to gently scoop Orym up, holding the halfling to his chest as he rises back to his feet. Their joined hands are raised in a position for the dance, but his arm stays wrapped around Orym's body to support him and hopefully keeping him comfortable.

"Is... this okay?"