[Orym relaxes slightly when Dorian leans into his touch. He continues the touch right until that hand rests over his own, larger than his own, warm.

His eyes widened just faintly at Dorian's words, heartbeat kicking up once more.]

I... mm. That's how I felt at the brothel. I didn't want you being like my other clients. I didn't like the thought of you paying for my time, when I just wanted to spend it with you.

[A pause now and he hesitates, turning the words over in his head before finally speaking them.]

What do you want me being?