[ he's not surprised that dorian had known other vampires, but there's something almost bittersweet about the way he speaks of his friend, wanting to ask but deciding not to pry. he likes when information is given freely, and he's certain, with time, dorian will tell him more if he wants to. ]

It doesn't bother me. Other things do, but not that. [ maybe that makes him strange. he doesn't know; it's not like he converses much with other vampires. ] Each heartbeat is different, [ he continues, touching his fingertips to dorian's chin. ] and you can tell so much just from listening to it. Someone's fears, their desires. If they're young, old, sick – so, yes, maybe it does fill the silence sometimes.

[ his hand trails down the line of dorian's throat. ]

I could pick yours out of a crowd. [ and softly: ] It sounds like your friend had more to figure out.