Noah leans back against his side of the couch and makes a face, something between unsure and thoughtful. "I think I can," he says slowly, trying to recall all the things Dorian told him. Maybe he should have written it down just to be safe. "But I've never tried. I don't think I'd want to, I just like being me."

"The most I've really done is healing injuries, like skateboarding scrapes," he says, and then grins wickedly for a moment. "And the dick thing." He raises his index finger and laughs.