Dorian watches the boy look around the room, smiling at the curiosity of the newborn. [i]'I can not quite recall what it is like to take interest in such things. I have seen so many rooms just like this I bet I could walk through it blindfolded and not bump into anything'[/i] “James.” he repeats, his voice low and contemplative. “At least you recall that much, that is good.” Moving forward he scoops up the foul smelling clothes as the young man drops them and brings them over to the stove. [i]'Once they are dry, I shall burn them. That should be the last danger, least he takes to feeding without asking'[/i] Setting the pile near the heat Dorian reaches over and runs his fingers through James's hair. “We are safe here, for now, as long as you do as I say little one.” 

Turning the boy so he can get a better look at him he takes in the various injuries. His fingers trail down over his body as he checks each one to make sure it's healing properly. Kneeling down he turns him around to check the ones on his back and lets out a sigh. “You really should be more careful with your body. We may be immortal, but we can scar if we are not careful.” Turning the boy once again so he is facing the elder he pulls the smaller man's chin up so he can look into his eyes. “You do not want to spend eternity looking like some mid evil slave or mercenary, covered head to toe with ugly white and pink scars.” 

Brushing his fingers once again through the wet blond mess atop James's head Dorian steps back and pulls off his own coat. He drapes it over his arm and looks to the bed. [i]'Looks fine for two to share, as long as he does not thrash about'[/i] Looking over his shoulder at James he murmurs, “Leave you pants on until we get to the bath. I do not think they would take kindly to you wandering around naked.” Turning his head back forwards he adds, “Though it is quite comfortable, I admit.” His fingers come up and he loosens his cravat slightly before walking over to the lone chair and sitting down so he can remove his shoes.