"That is hardly 'nothing more,'" Dorian murmurs, without the vehemence to carry the phrase. Berserker has a very pretty smile. His countenance is sweet, and soothing. Dorian has the sense that he can trust him infinitely.

And yet isn't the legend that this man had worn an evil, darker double? His sins divided from him...

"Perhaps... I mean to say, you would not object if I wished to call you by name. Would you?"