Dorian agreed that a world without music was a dark one, that he couldn't imagine a place without it. Even when he was cooped up in that house in London, he heard all sorts of music from the neighbors - over a century's worth. He loved music because of how it gave him crowds in empty spaces. The mummy would love it if Midvalley played his music later.
While anything Jazz did would be attention-getting, as he was so big, Dorian didn't notice he'd moved and set up campfire until he shot at the wood to spark the fire. The mummy jumped a few good inches in the air.
"What wwwwould we fry?" He asked, still gnawing on his candy apple and glancing occasionally at Morana to make sure she was okay.