The creature froze like a statue, and Dorian carelessly tossed it to the ground. He threw a challenging look at Draco and said: "I'm sorry about your elf, but I just needed a ride. He will recover soon. I'm not too much insensitive to defenseless creatures." He sniffed the air, drawn by the metallic scent of the potion boiling over the fire. "I see you're brewing something delicious."