[Dorian stills his fingers, expression shifting from concern to something angrier. It isn't directed towards Byerly—it couldn't possibly be at Byerly—but whatever chance of holding his tongue was gone.]

It's one thing to oppose what is true about your son, but to make no effort to know what is not? He isn't worthy to call you his own. You are a good man, Byerly. If anyone who's known you even longer than I isn't willing to recognize you as such, they must have the simple mind of someone clubbed over their own fucking cudgels. Ridiculous.