Having just ate and irritated, Dorian was full of energy and looking to fight further. His rational side urged him to stop but the careless incubus within him, fueled on an aroused drunk, told him to remain persistent. Dorian began to regret his choice of cuisine; not only did it leave a strange taste in his mouth but he had seen the man's darkest fantasy beforehand, it was dark even for his tastes. He lurked behind her as she continued her job, throwing the odd sarcastic nitpicks into the air. Whenever Eileen rolled her eyes, he became even more infuriated.<br/>"Why don't you take the souls of old people or the diseased? I've read about reapers, it doesn't have to be my prostitute friends." He blurted, crossing his arms with a slight pout of the lips.