[Dorian's fine with them skating over the blood and gore part of the conversation. Yesterday evening had been intense enough that he's had his fill of the sight, smell, and feeling of blood all over his skin for some time.

He smiles.


And amazingly, any potential lewdness in that second comment sails right over Dorian's head thanks to the tone.]

Well, for one, I can't keep a bruise. They fade away like disappearing ink. [He offers Larus his hand.] Everything starts purple, and then cycles quickly through red, green, and yellow, like a kaleidoscope. [On the canvas of his white skin, he thinks it's fetching.]

Help yourself, if you're curious.