[Dorian thought he might have been more annoyed at Shiro speeding off. Certainly he was disappointed, having enjoyed the warmth against his fingers, but annoyance was the furthest thing from his mind. He wasn't sure if it was the subject at hand or simply the sound of his companion's voice, but either way, he was enamored.]

[Certainly he wanted to reach back out, to try again. But if Shiro preferred to not touch, then that would be fine by him. This whole blighted attempt at courting had been about taking it slow. By now the mage was simply used to it.]

It doesn't surprise me, that you were wrong in making that assumption. [Knowing nothing compared to Shiro had shaken his perspective. Dorian had once been arrogant enough to think of himself as one of the smarter people in existence. Certainly not the smartest, but as one of the men responsible for the application of time based magic (however badly it had ended), he was up there. Arriving in Johto, and later, his conversations with Shiro, had proven that existence was a vast sort of thing. If he wasn't the smartest, then surely Shiro wasn't either.]

[It had to be infinite.]

No matter, though. What did you find that shook that perception?