There was no explanation for his curiosity. It started with you, a simple follower and that should have been it but he couldn't help himself.

Douma spent hours doting on you and making you his favourite, giving you special treatment compared to most other followers but he could hardly care about them.

He happily sat on his throne, watching his followers come into the room, asking for advice and praying. You simply sat by his side, prim and pretty just for him, Douma couldn't be happier.