Turning slowly, finger pressed against the glass, Dorian's eyes glazed over the young man draped across the bed. This man - Nix, he'd said his name was - was attractive for his gender, but Dorian could see the tight lips and clenched jaw as red flags on a snowy path.
Admittedly, he knew so little about people. He, too, had little experience with them. But still, there'd always been that child in him: the one that wanted to make right with everyone, including those who wished to remain wrong.
He pulled his hand away from the aquarium and hobbled towards the man, holding that very hand out anxiously. "D-Dorian Copperfield..." the mummy stuttered, teeth clanging over his husky breath. "Pleassssed to meet you."