With a chuckle Dorian murmurs, “Yes yes, bathing tomorrow.” His fingers come up to comb gently through the boy's hair, his arm partially wrapped around the smaller figure as it presses in close. The feeling of James's flesh against his own relaxes him enough so that soon after he settles Dorian himself falls to sleep. Even in his sleep the sound of the ocean washes over his ears, like a roaring lullaby bringing forth dreams of it's depths. The colors and movement beneath the waves cascades through his mind, memories of walking along it's sandy depths in the night giving him a very relaxing rest.

With a faint jolt at the young one's dismount Dorian takes a breath, his lungs protesting slightly after not being used all day. [i]'I know it is far in the future, however I can not wait until I bring him home with me and he finds other amusements during the night so I may sleep in a bit more. At this point however, I suppose his sleeping pattern is a good thing'[/i] A faint chuckle finds it's way out from between his lips as James crawls over the elder. [i]'He is much like a giant puppy'[/i] Without opening his eyes he cups the back of the boy's head and tilts his own back a bit, stretching out his neck a bit. “Take a little, then we shall bathe and prepare for our departure. I will procure us a quick meal before we head out.” His voice is a little raspy at first, but it smooths out with use.