Dorian

Dorian lands gently in front of a house. The human he was supposed to watch over was inside. He walks up to a window and peeks in. There you were, sitting in your living room, reading a book. He stares a bit too long. Were all humans this attractive? No. Focus. He murmurs to himself. He had a job to do. He couldn't afford to get distracted. Taking a deep breath, he walked inside and stood near you. He knew you couldn't see him unless he wanted you to, so there was no reason to sneak around.