Dorian followed Sandalphon slowly, casting a nervous glance over his shoulder at Metatron. He was confident, yes, but he was unfamiliar with this trial and the angel had been a constant source of courage and strength for him. But he listened to Sandalphon dutifully, only gazing sidelong at Midvalley twice. It was quite the conundrum. He knew Midvalley was his enemy, but the saxophone player had done nothing but be kind to him. Given his options, Dorian decided the best thing to do would be to fight his hardest and try to win, but do it respectfully and honorably. Midvalley deserved at least that much.
Once inside, he hobbled over to the nearest disc, hand clenched at his side as the female angel spoke. He considered momentarily the option of taking a weapon, but he looked down at his bag of marbles and smiled softly, knowing he was with the best company.