[He gave a wary look to the beast at their feet, before glancing up at Shiro. His smile widened as Dorian attempted to crank up the smolder. Perhaps he'd been miserable at it over the network, but in person he surely couldn't be turned down.]

Really, I am content so long as I am in your company, listening to your voice.

[Or he would have been, had the man not mentioned his devastating lack of food. It very nearly got Dorian on his feet, ready to sweep him outside and out to the nearest restaurant. The healing cubone was the only thing keeping him anchored at present. It wouldn't make a good impression, suggesting he leave a member of his team behind.]

We'll have to change that, you know. I suggest you think of your favorite establishment around here. We will have two of all your favorites, and you will tell me exactly why you like them. That sounds syrupy enough for this day, does it not?