From his place by the window, Dorian observed Akio carefully as he stepped over to join him. Curisoity danced in his gaze as it followed the other's movements, wishing to properly gage his reaction. He was still in the process of testing the young man. Rather, he was unsure of what in particular would wound him, so he was beating about a few subjects as he saw suitable. It appeared showing him this did evoke some reaction, as he picked up what he assumed to be discomfort. Ah yes, there was something frightening in being so far from home, was there? Tapping his finger to his cheek thoughtfully, he didn't care to avert his gaze as Akio turned to look at him. Just what had he been expecting? Dorian's upper lip curled, pleased with the look in the other's eyes.

Had he broken his spirit? Certainly not, not in the least-- Dorian did know that this sight had gotten to Akio, though, if only a little. That was enough to stir a little adrenaline within his system. Tilting his head a little as Akio turned his back to the window, Dorian's eyebrows rose a little with surprise in his words. "It doesn't matter? Are you certain?" He questioned, then further prodding the man, "So far from home, trapped inside demon territory, and you honestly don't care? Hard to believe, little prince. The palace life must've been so hard on you."

Dorian mused that it had probably been a rather pleasant life, albeit perhaps uneventful. He pictured him under the care of loving parents, with tutors, servants, loyal subjects... Akio surely did seem well-liked throughout the land, as far as he could tell. It all made him want to hurl. "Daddy dearest give you so hard of a time that you wished to leave? Is that why you became a samurai, hm?" He practically purred, crossing his arms before him as he leaned casually upon the strip of wall between the windows and balcony. "The young man seeks freedom from his dully extravagant lifestyle and ends up in a demon's clutches... oh, the tragedy." Dorian chuckled before shaking his head and turning briskly on his heel to approach the room's exit.

"Though I'm perhaps overstepping a line, neh?" Dorian spoke in a quieter tone, again plagued by a distant memory of sorts as he averted his gaze to focus his upon the doors for a moment. In his mind, images of a young nobleman reading beneath the shade of a tree passed by, the man slowly looking up to show the pair of blue eyes that had haunted him earlier. Moments later, and the pair of eyes shown in his thoughts were crying, and Dorian felt a pang in his chest. It was a white-hot sensation that nearly caused him to lose his breath as one of his hands rose to press his chest over it firmly. Eyes narrowing, he tried in vain to put it to a halt.

Curling one of his hands into a fist, he set his jaw stubbornly and after a few moments, blocked the play through of images. No more of this nonsense. The pain he felt left him in a rush, the memories flying to the back of his mind. If he'd known a human's presence would cause this interference, he... Why, he couldn't even think to say he wouldn't have taken the task. Rubbing a hand up through his hair casually, he took the other's last words to mind.

"That's the spirit." He remarked dryly, pleased as a tone of dark amusement re-entered his voice. Again, he had switched between shades of himself, a strange occurrence that set him on edge as he opened the door for the both of them to exit the room. "I'll show you to your quarters, then perhaps it's time I've fed you." He spoke calmly, though his gaze hesitated as it rose to rest on the other man again. What was his presence doing to him?