Ill-contented with poking the tank any longer, Dorian sidled over to his own bed and sat, snapping bones, aching joints and all. When rested, he flipped his cane to rest against the sheets.
"Reborn in...hmmmmm..." Dorian paused before reaching into his pouch. "Loooong story...will m-make this easier..."
Pulling out a green marble, Dorian held it out for a split second, almost as if showing it off. He then placed it at the base of his neck, where it attached itself to the skin. Disappearing into his throat, the marble triggered an alteration in Dorian, and his body morphed fluidly into that of a well-dressed man, complete with top hat and handlebar mustache.
"Dear, dear, this makes conversation so much smoother, doesn't it?" The man said with a posh accent. "So indeed - yes, I am from London. A housecat, I must say, because I have been indoors all my life. And I prefer to not be associated with canines. They're so crude, those beasts!"