Dorian, whose presence in Clayton's experience has so far been one of pleasant camaraderie, is a welcome partaker in the veritable bounty he's amassed. Clayton beckons him to settle nearby with a wave of his hand and a firm pat on the floor nearby. He's used to having Enoch in this shed to keep him company; having someone to joke and shoot the breeze with would be excellent right about now.

"Much obliged." And he would leave it at that, but he's just gone through with the beckoning, so instead he keeps going under the assumption that Dorian will humor him. Clayton smiles, wide and toothy and a little strained. "Go on, man! Take s'more--I got plenty t' spare. There anything else ya need?"