Dorian stopped merely feet from the door into the bathroom. Part of him itched just to go into the bathroom and not answer him. But the burden of his life had weighed down heavily on him. He turned and slowly walked back towards Kade. He leaned down and grabbed his pants. He refused to be naked while he shared his reasoning. His icy gray eyes settled on his face, and he took a deep breath before he sat down on the bed. "Paul Romera. Raped and murdered twenty women. That was my first case, my first win." He swallowed. "He was a serial killer, but the deal was that he would be deported to another country in exchange for his freedom."<br/><br/>Dorian's jaw clenched and he hesitated before he continued. "Mitchel Erickson. Robert Mason. Frederick Kingsley. The list goes on, and I remember every single one of my cases. I have nightmares from the photos. I'm trapped in a living hell Kade. I can't escape the monsters, because they're going to find me one day and kill me in some sick obsession, or the victims will get to me and see their justice served." There was pain in his eyes, emotion that had never been there before. That had never stood a chance of existing. "So I'm a cold hearted bastard. If there's such a thing as hell, I'm going there. Because I can't stop. I can't stop, because if I do I'll be opening the door to all the demons I saved."<br/><br/>He moved to stand once more. "I am a monster. I know that. I'm not kind, because if I open myself to anyone, I put them at risk. I won't let an innocent life suffer because I decided to give a damn about them. I don't have my bar in another state and I absolutely refuse to to take a case anywhere beyond California's border. It's rare I even leave this city."<br/><br/>Dorian looked down at the gorgeous creature in his bed. "And justice seems to be served, though for whatever reason you haven't kill me yet." He shook his head. "If you aren't, you can see yourself out." Just like that, he shut down. The emotion was gone from his stare, that iciness taking root once more. He turned away from him and went to the bathroom, determined to bathe.