Dorian had moments where he would let himself go stagnant luckily they had not happened in the Temple yet. He has moments where he just gets stuck on something and can't let go.

He pushed himself up on his knees and offered a muddy hand to her to help her up. He didn't bother rubbing his forehead. He didn't want more mud on himself. "I do beleive I shall live." he replied a little more playful adding. "Well... you know what I mean." being dead and all. Dorian was going to need a shower after this.