[As long as he doesn't have to explain, he is happy. People tend to look down on others who trade their soul to the devil in exchange for eternal youth (it was an accident!) and it makes everything awkward, so he just likes to avoid that conversation however he can.]
Not yet. I came out to get material for a torch.
[You know what? His arms are getting tired. At least if she shoots him, he'll get to rest for a few seconds. Or... you know, experience the horrible agony of a gunshot wound. Whatever. Dorian drops his hands.]
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Not yet. I came out to get material for a torch.
[You know what? His arms are getting tired. At least if she shoots him, he'll get to rest for a few seconds. Or... you know, experience the horrible agony of a gunshot wound. Whatever. Dorian drops his hands.]