He didn't really know what had compelled him to say it, only that it was the truth. Of course, how things had ended had definitely soured the memories somewhat but they were still good. Right up until that point they'd probably been some of his best. Whilst he might have regretted making the decision to get involved with a member of his team, he didn't regret Laurel at least. Hell, in different circumstances he'd probably not have put up so much of a fight. However, he'd been hurt by her, deeply so but the frankness of their conversation now; now that he was finally able to hear her out without his bitterness getting the better of him was allowing him to see the truth of the situation. She'd been a scared little girl who had acted on impulse. Like him, Quidditch was practically everything to her and she couldn't see a life without it. Faced with the possibility of that being taken away from her, it had caused her to act foolishly. Selfishly even. He could forgive her for that, even if forgetting it would prove more difficult. "No you won't, but I don't expect you to." Dorian answered after a moment. Her actions could have done irreparable damage despite that not being her intentions. "You may have shot yourself in the foot a little there though..." He said, offering up a small smile to show he held no ill will in his words. "It's far better to have me on your team than against you. As much as I admire the Holyhead Harpies, I fully intend to take you all down."