Ah, so not like his Cole. That was the problem with talking to someone who spoke in, not riddles, but like words were paint and there was a picture that one was making with them, so the individual strokes didn't matter quite so much.

"I see. And that makes you happier?" Did he even think of it that way? Dorian wasn't sure really, his Cole seemed to be getting the hang of it, and even then most of what he was happy about seemed to hinge on how he had made other people feel.