Dorian did not break his stone faced soldier act as their new captor revealed the fate of both himself and Sayuri. Only a slight flicker of amusement shown in his eyes, before Sayuri blew up at him.<em>'Damn spoiled child. What does it matter if these fools want to run some tests in the long run?</em>' Internally he cursed the immortal,<em>'besides it is not like we cannot just leave when ever we want anyway...'</em><br/><br/><strong>"Sir, yes sir! Alittle holiday be nice and all sir. I'm looking forward to someplace tropical, sir." </strong>He smirks at the last bit. If these fools could get him to Barbados he would be a happy man, even if it meant being punished later by the Dark Ones.<br/><br/>He artfully unholstered his pistols and offered them to Frankie in one smooth motion. Both stocks forward, each .45 a minor work of art inlaid with silver settings and gold leaf. "<strong>I'll want those back, of coarse</strong>." His tone was even but authoritative. Dorian was not as attached to his weapons as Sayuri was to her sword, but they still had sentimental value.