Bramen's cheeks and ears burned a brighter white in the low light of the bar, trying not to cough into his drink. His brow creased as he looked to Dorian, noticing the way the man had moved a bit closer to him as he started his questions.

"W-well, I don't really... Take pictures of things like that," he said, trailing off a little in doing so. "I'm sure your ghost could bring up some visuals for you, there's bound to be something in its medical banks about it..."