Dorian nodded. "Your words are full of sense. I do think so. My body is my own - she asked if I wanted it and I said yes. Many years inside, locked away, but I would not surrender my body."
Those lines brought the tempo of his mood down a fair fraction, but it was probably for the better. Being too eager wore him out quickly in any form, and not necessarilly physically. He wanted to change the subject.
His hands, once clapping, drew themselves into his lap, thrumming along his legs in the now only indication of his active mind. "I ask such questions, but you are broad to respond. I know this, I see it. And so I will not ask what you will not answer. But I do wish to know how you feel about this. This place, these people. What is your fervent hope for this world when it comes to its end of days?"