Dorian felt threatened. A tomb? Was he going to kill him? Having his life threatened would be cause enough for self defense, especially if the other attacked him. But he was right. There was no sign of forced entry, no sign of attack or struggle. However, he didn't waver. He didn't falter. His arm was getting tired, and he firmed his grip up as much as he could. He didn't like that he was backed into a corner, either. There was nothing behind him but counter. He would have to dash out of the kitchen to the door, and there was about the same amount of distance between him and Kade and him and the door. No, his odds weren't looking in his favor.<br/><br/>But he didn't put the gun down. "You come into my home and insult me, and you expect me to want anything to do with you? Not to mention you've threatened me, twice." He rolled his shoulder and aimed the gun at a non-vital spot on his body. He didn't shoot, because it wouldn't look good if he attacked first. He swallowed back. He didn't need his potential killer knowing he had no one and nothing. Though part of him wished he had a dog right now. That might have helped things a bit more. Dogs had a good sense to know good from bad. The way the other smiled at him sent chills crawling down his spine.<br/><br/>Those fangs. Shit. "No. I'm not going to let you near me. If you do it will be considered assault. If you touch me, it will be considered assault." No. He wasn't going to defend his life style, or his loneliness, or anything to him. He had entered his home uninvited, an intruder. It didn't matter that he was gorgeous. It didn't matter that even now, with his life on the line, he wanted him. It didn't matter that he didn't want to be seen as a public menace. He knew he wasn't liked. If he only dealt with murderers, his life would have likely ended a lot sooner. But he handled a lot of different situations, and he still won every single time. "As such how am I supposed to believe you didn't frame Jacob? You've been all too willing to help clear his name, and for what? If you hate me so much, why did you ask me to be his lawyer?"<br/><br/>It was a sound and logical question. In truth Dorian truly believed that he was going to die. He didn't really want to, and he wouldn't go down without a fight, but at the same time he felt that maybe he deserved it. For shutting off the world, for setting loose so many murderers on the world. His hands started shaking, and the gun dropped out of his hands, landing on the counter with a thud. There was such pain in his eyes in that moment. Such vulnerability. But it was gone in a second, and he tried to lunge for the door.