So, the young man was an artist in multiple manners, then. Dorian's thoughts seemed to welcome the idea, matching the bits of a scene he'd drawn in his mind. Yes, Akio did seem the type to stand behind an easel, to bend over a sketchpad... He had to have some art supplied for the man somewhere, no? It was silly idea, he soon realized, and one that he needn't allow his thoughts to encourage. He didn't have to supply the prince with anything to do, in the least. In fact, Dorian could be using this time to prey on some young nuns, to make a snack of that older samurai. He was well aware of this, and the little voice in the back of his head pushed him towards that sort of action, but he knew he had no wish to leave. He wanted to see what came of this afternoon.

No, he simply had to. As Akio stood for their eyes to meet for a short silence, Dorian's upper lip curled. He was grinning, and surprisingly enough, it was due to no ill intent. "I can certainly manage that." He spoke in simple reply as he allowed Akio to step out past him, though his curious gaze lingered on his form. As he passed, Dorian paused there in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He was kindling a sort of... fondness for him, despite his instincts. This, of course, not something he'd allow himself to simply accept so it was not allowed within his realm of conscious thought. Rather, he buried the thought in the recesses of his mind and forgot the confusion of the circumstances. He was to relax and allow his curiosity to roam about this man, to relax while it was allowed for. After a few moments, he moved to casually trail after the other, his thumbs slipped in the back hem of his pants in a relaxed manner as he caught up to Akio's pace.

He paused at the other's side as he came to a stop in front of a particular painting, catching first a chuckle from him that lead Dorian to lift a curious eyebrow. What had that been about? His grin broadened unbeknownst to him as he lifted his gaze to look up at the work Akio had decided to stop before. However, as his lips parted to ask if he wished to know of it, Akio turned towards him. Gaze catching a sudden movement, his gaze lowered to look over Akio instead, curious of what had happened. Upon seeing the bead of blood forming on the other's finger, he reached out to gently grasp Akio's injured hand (if amulet-allowed), holding its wrist with gentle fingers as his free hand moved to gently grab the wrist of the hand he'd brought up to his scarf. "Don't dirty that. Allow me." He urged calmly, then releasing the second hand to reach into his pants pocket.

Dorian produced a simple white handkerchief, folding its top over once before bringing it to gently press on the small wound Akio had gotten, dabbing up the blood and adding a bit of pressure there to staunch the little flow it had. He stood there quietly for a few moments, gaze trained upon the injured fingertip as he pressed the handkerchief to it, both of his hands gentle and moving with care as he tended to Akio. He thought not of it, really, compelled into action by his own will as he only now looked up to Akio's face. They were standing closer now, perhaps a bit closer than comfort would be found at, but Dorian didn't pay that much mind. Instead, he was focused on the warm, soft feel of Akio's skin as his fingers wrapped about his hands.

After a few moments, he gently withdrew the handkerchief to rip it, shearing it into a fourth of its size and moving to gently wrap it over the wounded finger, tying a small knot to secure it. Once this was done, he slipped what was left of the fabric back into his pocket, only to realize he still tenderly held Akio's wrist. He paused here for a moment, looking between their hands before letting go of the wrist. Sliding his own hands into his pockets, he cleared his throat a little as his gaze swerved to the wall. "Did you see what did this?" He questioned finally, one of his hands moving on its own to gently run his palm over the wall.