[Oh, great, he can act like he's having the time of his life while Dorian is sure he can feel the process of going grey rapidly accelerating just by being in close proximity to him. He hates this. Thankfully, he doesn't hate it enough not to bullshit his way through this.]

If I'm to be your caretaker, you should allow me to take care of you! [He stops just under the awning he's climbed up, stamping his staff in exaggerated frustration.] You know what the doctor said about your emotions getting too high- you can't control that magic when you're off your medication! Now please allow these nice young men bring you down to me at once.