Dorian sat still on the counter, his fingers busy with his hair while the other was raised to his lips, holding an apple he had barely bitten.
He thought about what Rose said about the humanoid beast who took the human form of an advanced man.
Which meant he would be between Doctor William and Doctor Malren's age, or possibly younger. If that was true, it meant they would have a hard time dealing with a beast with that much experience.
Since there was no way a humanoid beast would not be experienced, he even believed they underwent evolution or mutation of some sort—from regular beast, through advanced and very advanced, then humanoid.
Then again, everything was all based on speculations, and the signs he was seeing.
It could still be untrue, and at the same time true.
He tilted his head to the side, his thoughts mixing with the sound of Rose working and the aroma of food in the air.
