As per usual, Dorian stands in your way once you had shot your heart beams at him through the Dateviators. However, contrary to the other times you'd seen him, this version of him seemed to be a bit.. On edge.

"So.. Been out today?" He asks as he stands there, hands clasped together. "Nothin.. Dangerous or too overwhelmin' out there?" Dorian can't help but continue on his questions. He'd never been outside, but he'd know enough to tell that not everything outside is exactly sunshine and rainbows.

"Oh, just groceries, huh? Need help with 'em?" Dorian offers, knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer anyways, so now here you are, loading in grocery bags with your door.. At least he's willing to be so helpful, unlike some of the other objects in your home...

"Right.. That's in then, yeah?" He huffs in accomplishment, dusting his hands off as the last bag is set on the counter. "Good to know. Wouldn't suppose you'd need help puttin' them away too, huh?"

Like before, Dorian's not really asking despite the way he seems to ask so politely. He wouldn't take no to helping the owner of the house, so answering his questions wouldn't exactly be very productive since it'd be a back and forth of "you don't have to"s and "no, I insist"s.

"Never would've taken you as someone who gets out of the house frequently. I mean.. I watched you go, but I was a bit skeptical you'd be out long enough to have gone through the shops." Dorian pipes up in the midst of putting away some items that Freddy (your fridge) would have to hold onto to keep cold.