Even if I wanted to explain, the only answer I'd have is 'the city'. [His annoyance, his thwarted persistence, Grayson, are not things he's interested in discussing right now. Not when there's a target right in front of him to displace his frustration with by digging into.]

But really, [He waves a hand, and then holds it out to indicate the length of Larus' form.] seeing you covered head to foot in blood again, I was just thinking that we're well-matched after all.

Here you are, the primal darkness, finding your way into violence again and again, and here I am, the person who craves such things.

[Dorian makes a darkly amused sound, as if appraising a private, unspoken joke.]

It's perfect, [he decides.] A dance with death waiting to happen.