Oh, it's far too late. I'm encouraged! So encouraged that I'll keep bullying you, even if it means rising to my poor, sore feet.

[Evidently living to be difficult, Dorian heaves a sigh and leans forward in his seat. He doesn't quite get up yet- he has been standing around nearly all day.]

I'll offer a compromise. I'm finished for the evening with this delivery, but I'll leave you in peace when we're near my apartment. Is that fair enough for you, dear doctor?