[He can't seem to hold onto any control of this situation, with the physical being the least impactful instance of that. A bitten-off breath leaves him as Larus denies his anger and pulls him in against him, an arm sliding around his waist, trapping him. He can't escape from this, isn't going to be allowed to, and isn't that just always the way when he finds himself plunged headfirst into caring about someone else?

No holds barred, unavoidable. These things just happen to him when he's around people for long enough. Someone compelling comes along and finds him. But that someone is rarely a person as immortal as he is.

The words Larus has for him do mollify him though. So he's saying he's not completely, uncaringly reckless? That there is some care for the notion that he doesn't want him to die? His emotions are heightened and he's suspicious of what he's hearing, but it does help. Dorian sinks down from his hackles, even as his expression stays pulled into a tight frown.

The kind of confirmation he's getting now comes with its own attendant emotions, though, and they're too much. Larus feels something for him, too. He can't just lean into that and the embrace around him right now, even if he wants to. There's control and composure he needs to scrape back for himself. Feelings for the man wrapped around him that he needs to get a handle on.]

How about this, then? I want you to [Obviously.] and you care about my wants. [If that's what he's hearing. It sounds like it.] You don't have any right to do anything otherwise.

[He just needs to get Larus away from him for a short time so he can breathe.]