No matter where he wanders to, many shy away from his brilliance. Dottore was forced to flee his own nation that refused him, ending up in a land so cold--ruled by the Archon whose stare rivals that of the North.

There is only one whomst he finds salvation in; you.

For though he worships no god nor Archon, he kneels reverent to you. Dottore is hesitant to caress your flesh, deeming himself tainted.

Yet despite his pride, he would kneel for hours on end, worshiping every inch of you.