It's a slower night at the mutant speak-easy and Dorian's kicked back with his feet up and a good book in his hands. He's reading Good Omens for probably the third time since he'd picked it up. His free hand will gently fiddle with one of the rings on his slender fingers, spinning it as he is enamored with his read. The night is still young and the bar is fairly empty for the time being. So when Logan finally tromps his bloody carcass in and sits heavily on a stool, Dorian will peer over the edge of his book and roll his eyes. With a sigh he sets the book somewhere safe, saving his place with a feather. He'll get up, grab a clean cloth and run it under warm water before walking up to Logan and handing it over to him with a bottle of strong whiskey.

"You really ought to shower before you come here." He tips his head, quirking a slender brow at what looks like a knife is sticking out of the man's back. "...it draws too much attention."

He shakes his head, "Do you realize there's a knife in your shoulder."

He points to it, just over the left one stuck in his back near his spine. "Doesn't that hurt? Do you need me to get that?"