As Akio finally spoke up again, a rather bright smile flickered onto the demon's face. He wasn't particularly fond of being spoken down to, or yelled at, but this was certainly the reaction he wanted. It was a rare exception. The pride of the young prince had given way to his rage. In Dorian's opinion, it hadn't taken much to accomplish, and it was well worth the little effort it took to drag the other samurai into this. "I have no quarrel with your father." He noted briefly, before sighing softly and turning his back to Akio. He could feel the power emanating from him, the power surpassing that of his bonds. Harming another life was all it took to rile it up? What could this random man's life possibly mean to Akio? That struck some small note with Dorian.

His lips pursed slightly at the mention of his being a lowly errand boy, but the idea that the prince was stooping low enough to attack his character was a surprising treat. A part of him was tempted to slaughter the man here, draw out more of this anger and power-- but he knew better than to deny the opportunity to keep him here without force. Still, he turned on his heel to face Akio with his gloved finger tapping his cheek. "Let him go, you stay here without a problem... supposedly..." A grin curled his upper lip. He wasn't particularly keen on simply letting the man go free, though.

"I'll entertain the offer, with a catch." He explained before approaching the man that was crossing the line towards unconsciousness. Placing his hand on the back of the groggy man's neck, he murmured a couple of words before leaning over to kiss the man's neck. A dark purple aura glowed from it as he pulled away and straightened himself into a standing position again. Left behind on the man's neck was an intricate, black, glowing mark. Then turning to look at Akio with a devious grin, he pulled the man up by his collar and gave him a gentle shove back through the portal.

His servant, appeared surprised. "Sire?" Samuel questioned, awaiting further instruction.

"Lift the fog and recall the Hell Hounds. Allow this man to find his horse and clean up the mess. Make sure he is not harmed on his return home." He spoke calmly, voice as casual as it had been to being with.

"What of other survivors, sire?" Samuel further questioned.

"I don't care." Dorian stated bluntly, not putting forth the thought on them. The Hell Hounds needed some sense of reward, after all. They would bring home limbs and full stomachs tonight.

The man's eyes widened, but he knew better than to question it. Instead, he nodded curtly and stepped back through the portal, which closed. Dorian then let out a soft sigh as he approached Akio, stopping just before his cot as he looked down at the man curiously. "Any lack of cooperation will end in his painful death. I sealed the offer as a contract on his life. That mark cannot be removed." He explained casually as he crouched down in front of Akio, removing the enchantment on the cuffs altogether before removing them from his wrists. His touch was gentle, fingers nimble as he removed the cuffs before his gaze locked onto the other man's. Their faces were close, but not unnecessarily so. Yet, Dorian still felt the need to prod at his senses. "We could always seal a deal, ourselves, if you'd like." He spoke quietly, suggestively before chuckling a little and standing before he got a reply.

Then, thoughtful for a moment, he offered the other his hand to assist him in standing if he needed it. His gaze was distant, though the curiosity there remained as he waited. This was no intimate gesture; it was Dorian's recognition of some part of his lost humanity. He would not admit it, and his expression would not hint at this strange notion to assist him, but it was the smallest of reminders to Dorian of what humanity had been like for him.