[Dorian recognizes Wrathion– he's probably told him he needs to be at home resting instead of overexerting himself before he went back to working. It didn't mean terribly much to him that the boy didn't heed the warning because he doesn't know him, but his gaze is still critical as he turns around to face him. Why do you do... the things that you do?]

I don't suppose you've done anything to relieve your symptoms on your own? Lied down for more than a short rest? Stopped straining your throat on such assumptions? A wild concept, I know.