[ It's good enough for casual introductions, and for someone whose reasons are equally as optimistic sounding as they are elusive. The sound of a stream registers, and Dorian steps ahead, identifying where he last remembered there to be sufficient stones jutting high enough to not make a dog's breakfast out of his shoes.

Once poised, he turns to offer her a gentlemanly hand to help her across. ]

Truly. Let me take a stab at it. [ He affects a Cullenish tone, which is sort of just a flatter version of his own. ] 'Dearest Mia. The weather continues charming. Not as many demons as rumoured, honest. It's all going according to plan, please do not embark on reckless journeying through the bear-infested wilds. Love--'

And then he crosses out 'Commander' before 'Cullen'.