Their bond kept Dorian from crawling into the cremulater after Alexis' body. Even if he had shut down for two decades, he had lived for Matthew, and even here he lives for Matthew now. He loved being around his uncle again. Feeling so alive for one so dead. Matthew was the best part of the afterlife, his own form of love in a way. A family love, but, Matthew was all the family Dorian had left and he would die again before he lost anymore family.

"I would have let her whore about to leave me mostly be and had a friend I could trust and adore. She was the one whom insulted me then tried to claim I was the one in the wrong. But, you know how I love lashing back in pathetic ways." He always messed himself up in the long run. Still, he amused himself.

"Undoubtedly. I suppose it's time to change the terms." He shifted so he was sitting on his knees before Matthew. if anyone walked in, boy would it look wrong, but the green eyes looked deep into Matthew's eyes. "I deserved that beating, we spoke of this. I fell for her tricks and I wont make that mistake again. Now, I suppose we should first speak of Glinda. I know she fancies you, but you know i fancy her. I propose that we call her Switzerland. Neither may stake claim."