[ Dorian stiffens slightly at the touch, one that would normally have his heart racing when it was Orym, but knowing who it was now made something twist uncomfortably in his chest.

Especially with what Predathos was asking him. He doesn’t think the god eater was asking for his heart, or even his loyalty. So then… ]

…if you promise that you’ll leave a piece of Orym untouched, free from your influence… then yes. [ He holds his hands out at his sides, leaving himself open. Vulnerable. ] Whatever you want of me… it’s yours.