It seemed that things had at least settled between them. The overwhelming relief after Dorian's momentary break-down swept through him finally, his smile warming as Akio declared that all he needed was him. He could understand the sentiment. Right now, Akio was not only his heart, but was in a good sense the only thing he found himself thinking of. The only thing he wished to care for. "I am all yours." He spoke softly after a moment, pressing a gentle kiss to the other's cheek as he spoke with all seriousness. The warmth from his smile did not fade, however, it only brightened as he looked down onto the other. Then, Akio seemed to frown. Dorian felt bad for mentioning something that had caused that, but he supposed other business had to be spoken of, too.

"The fighting may have never ended. I do not reckon it will, as demons will always seek to prey on humanity. It would have been a start, though. At least, we would have tried to combat the idea that humans should be swept from existence." A sheepish sort of grin lined Dorian's lips, unused to speaking so openly of plans he'd made in confidence. Not used to speaking in general yet, really. Normally when he did so, his words were to tempt, to use for manipulation, not to actually speak to people with good intent. "With Byakuya's actions... it is indeed hard to know." He then admitted, this time being his turn to frown. Byakuya was a cruel being, even among the demons. Celeste had been a rather benevolent head of their court, sinister in her own regard but not as irreconcilable as he. She was also rather well-liked, though Byakuya also had his own following. Now that the two were fighting, the chaos could be enormous. Dorian for a moment considered that it may stall any advances against the human troops, but he quickly realized this was wrong-- the tension may advance them.

Dorian believed Akio would wish to go home, at least back to a place he knew, but he was soon proven wrong. He lifted a curious eyebrow as the other decided it would be best not to go back there. He was not going to argue with that, though. At least Dorian would remain by his side consistently this way-- let's be serious, even if he had chosen to go home, Dorian would have found ways to remain at his side. Though perhaps more cautiously. As he was brought into the mix, one of his hands moved to gently scratch his cheek, gaze again averting Akio's as it was mentioned that he had hurt Eternia's men. It was true, in many ways. He had orchestrated that ambush, taken Akio, tainted the small town along the way, helped to strategize countless battles now... How many had he killed? He felt his throat dry as he tried to steer his thoughts away from it all. First Akio, now others? What next, was he to care for the whole human race? Dorian felt somewhat ill at this prospect. He was still a demon, but with his humanity seeking its way out, he couldn't even tell what he felt in regards to people anymore. Dorian just knew that he loved Akio, and for now that was enough.

"Definitely, let's." Dorian agreed with ease to the idea of getting out of plain sight, trailing after Akio. Noting the presence of his father's ring yet in his hand, he frowned slightly as he remembered Akio's return of it. Absent-mindedly his fist closed around it, only to open up for him to look it over briefly. The trinket did indeed mean a lot to him, and while he hadn't counted on using it in his plan when he gave it to Akio, not that he had the sight of it made him feel sore. Raw, like his insides were all torn up. He thought to try giving it to him once more, but wouldn't allow himself the attempt right now. Dorian had just hardly pulled himself together, how could he dare further push the subject of what he'd done with Akio? Running a hand up through his hair troubledly, he moved to instead pocket the ring for now.

Upon returning to the little shop, he quietly took Akio's hand to lead him towards a piano at its front. It was grand, black in color and still shinning. The dust gathered on it as opposed to elsewhere was minimal; Dorian had come to sit here quite a few times. The bench itself was also with minimal dust, something he simply wiped off with one of his own hands before leading Akio to it and seating himself on one end. This piano in particular was also pictured in his home, particularly in one where he sat at it, playing. It was one of the small, handmade paintings among the few he had brought from home here, but it was important to him nonetheless. Thoughtfully quiet for a moment, one of Dorian's hands trailed lightly along the keys before a meeting the piano's end. Then, looking at the wall he sat beside, an idea seemed to come to him. "Better safe than sorry." He noted, placing a hand upon the wall to focus his energy there. A light in the shape of his seal formed rather quickly, only to fade into the very wood itself. "That should assist us, should there be a need." He explained simply enough, sending a grin towards Akio.