Dorian picks up a sleek rifle with a rather large barrel from its cradle. Lost in adjusting the sights magnification, Sayuri appearance surprises him. "I figured you would be laid up for awhile longer and blasting me again and again would just be a waste of energy," he smirks wickedly as he quickly goes back to clicking through the various optical filters on the rifle. "You really are not still going on about that doll are you, goddess?"<br/><br/>He raises the rifle to his cheek aiming directly at Sayuri with a smile sweet as sin. The 2 inch wide bore barrel is rather imposing. "IT is no different than this," he nods down at the long rifle while pressing his cheek against the ceramic. "I count her as not but a childish toy. Your innocence is usually rather charming, goddess. But your attachment to this doll is unsettling. Oh well." He puts his rifle down again in its cradle. "And my plan would have worked. If I had just gone alone," he grumbles in his best cartoon villain voice rubbing his hands together like a fly.<br/><br/>