(A follow up to this, hehehe.)
Dorien held out his hands, and wondered if it would be too much to summon a barrier or two to physically ward the other man off without touching him. He decided not to in the end, and instead just pressed his fingers - as little contact as possible - against Ellister’s forearms. He pushed the worgen away, gently, with a fake smile on his face.
"It’s fine, it’s pretty obvious you don’t want this, so don’t pretend and try," he said softly, the smile going down a few notches. No less fake, but certainly more sad than the slightly manic he had on earlier. "Don’t try and hurt yourself just to try and please me."
He took several steps back, trying to roll his shoulders surreptitiously, and wasn’t entirely able to hide the flinch when his injuries flared. Honestly, it didn’t hurt that much - he had dealt with much worse - but they were sharp. Much like Ellister’s claws.
Dorien continued to step away from the man, holding up his hands in what he hoped was a calming fashion. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”