For starters? Your company. [Dorian's thumb brushes gently at the edge of the bruise on the other man's cheek. There's a beautiful fragility here between his hands, and for once, he doesn't feel the urge to consume or corrupt it.

He wants to protect it.]

But in all honesty, I don't want you in the Down anymore. If you contracted with me, you could live here, and there wouldn't be any chance that what happened today would occur again. [Dorian lets out a soft breath.]

If you became mine, I'd ensure you had what you needed to live as normally as you wanted. [Something the other man's words and actions have stressed to him as being important beyond most all else. He wants Larus to have that.]