Dorian notices the shift in body language and takes it as a sign of another step in the game. His own was always relaxed, but he warms to the warmth he is given. Dorian laughs as well. "God, eighties mobiles. We're better off with those long gone. And I don't mourn the passing of the cassette." He pauses and smiles a little. "There is something to be said for records," Dorian notes, knowing that most would assume he means vinyls instead of phonograph cylinders, "but we are well into the age of the mp3 now and the appropriate mourning period is over, even by Victorian standards."