Throwing his hands up in mock defense, Dorian could only giggle when Nix began to stumble over his response.
"I understand, the sea man does not cry salt tears." Dorian smiled, folding his hands over his lap. "Well, then, I suppose I should start my tale, hmm? If it becomes to long-winded, you always are in the right to stop me!"
Clearing his throat, Dorian began: "Well, many, many years ago...back in the late 1800's, I was born in London to a Dr. Harold and a Mrs. Gloria Copperfield. My mother died so many years ago...my father, his hair went wild! His eyes would gleam. His teeth sharpened. He looked...maddened. He said he knew there was a way to return her to the living. He only needed to research how.
"I...I became his research. He would kill me in the most...brutal ways known to man. I think...I do think...he didn't have to be so cruel about it, but it made him feel better. It made his anger grow elsewhere..."
Dorian had to pause for a moment as he struggled with some memories.