Like a bolt the joy in the young one's voice flashes through Dorian's system. It took no real bond to feel this strike fully, James so open with how he feels makes it near impossible to not get caught up in his emotions. Dorian smiles down at the little one, glad to see him so excited and happy an as the scent of blood fades into the normal smells of a small town  the elder himself looks forward to at least the return of truly fresh air. They walk along in companionable silence, the elder keeping an eye out for anything of interest. As they near the edge of town and the youth pulls away Dorian's gaze becomes sharper, making sure there's no one around to see the newborn being less than stealthy about his more than human talents.

Letting out a faint chuckle he allows James to pull him along, his gaze dancing slightly to match the boy's excitement. [i]'By the sound of it he thinks me stiff and unyielding. Always the proper lord. . .I guess I shall have to dismiss that silly notion'[/i] With a light growl as they reach the edge of the forest he takes off, letting his fingers slide from James' grasp. His clothing ripples with his speed as he leaps gracefully over fallen trees and small trickling streams. His body bends low as he races forward, enjoying the feeling of wind in his face. To make sure he does not not to lose the little one he looks back often, making sure he can see the boy before moving on.

[i]'Let us see how well he has adapted to thinking outside the realm of human possibilities'[/i] Spotting a few tall jack pine in the distance, the lowest branches several feet overhead, he decides to have a little fun. Pausing only long enough to crouch he launches himself up a good ten feet, landing claw and shoe first against the tree. An instant later he launches off one and flies to the air to the one beside it, a good fifteen foot distance. Repeating this pattern until he reaches the branches he smiles down at James before snaking up the tree almost like a gecko on a wall.

Once at the top he holds tight and pulls hard, bending the top of the tree as far down as it will go before letting it spring back, flinging Dorian through the air above the treetops. [i]'Ah, I have not done this in a long time. A silly delight, but a delight none the less'[/i] He enjoys the feeling of flying for only a few seconds before he is forced to snag a tree or risk running into one face first. Catching a stout pine of some sort he carefully shimmies down a few feet before trying to locate his ward. [i]'I wonder if he is going to try that himself. . .'[/i] he muses, looking about.