[The various animals around are given a cursory glance, before Dorian simply accepts their presence. It doesn't surprise him that Lucifer's more personal quarters might be filled with life like this, given what he's learned about the angel's connection to creation. He does check the chair at the foot of the chaise for animals, though, before settling himself down in it.]

To what you said earlier, about immortality superseding someone's humanity-- there are things you don't know about me that make my situation different. That tie me to my humanity in ways most immortals aren't restrained.

[His soul still sits in a portrait gathering cobwebs and taking up space in the attic of his Nexus townhouse.]

Being thrown out of the Heaven that made you what you were is different to being shackled to what you are. [Being shackled to what he still sees himself as being, despite the passage of so much time.]