"I still remember the first time I met him." said Dorian unexpectedly, who was sitting between his sister and Dylan. He had cracked a nostalgic smile as he looked at the grain of the wood. "We were all gathered at my father's uncle when they left me alone with this four-year-old brat to play with. I was six and felt grown, so I ran away from him and went out into the garden. When his father found him, he was making the cat fly through the air. I think he saved him just in time." He concluded, amused.