[Dorian could go on until he's out of breath and exhausted every insult from his vocabulary. He would have, too, if he hadn't gotten so caught up in Byerly's expression. He simply watches him for the moment, lips parted with no words to utter. He forgot his protest in favor of committing how nice that hint of red looks on him to memory, so he has no choice but to yield. He unclenches his fists, leaning forward so he can run his fingers through By's hair.]

Perhaps not an angel, but not a devil either. So long as you weren't malicious in what you did, I doubt it was anything unforgivable. Besides, some people like trouble.