To say Dorian was confused was an understatement. His smile kept up, though he eased up on their proximity. Rather, his hand found interest in plucking at his handlebar moustache, twirling it in circles as he tried to comprehend what Nix explained.
"Noooo, no?" Dorian cocked his head back and forth, wishing the fish behind Nix would follow him around too, cause that would be fun. "Why would you murder people, my friend? Was it because they ate your fish?"