Gladdened to see Damien's smile, Doran returned his own. Though, as the other man offered his caveat, should the time come for him to recount the details of his history, Doran's eyes grew contemplative. Rather than reply right away, he merely offered a kindly nod, though one with gravity enough to indicate he understood more than Damien might have expected. If Alistair had been a member of the Coven - and Damien and old friend -, it was hardly a stretch to imagine that the receding figure, lumbering off into the woods, had been part of the shadowy organization as well. It did give him some pause, wondering just what it was Damien and Alistair both had done during their time within the fold. He wasn't entirely certain he wanted to know such details, but he certainly wanted to understand more about what it was to reveal - especially if it were something Alistair might consider.
He quirked his head to the left just slightly at Alistair's words, his own voice clear and light, lacking any semblance of jest. "Should I have been anything else?" But his curiosity gave way to a warm, almost sad smile as he nodded along with what it was Alistair had to say. While he didn't exactly understand what Alistair had meant in calling Damien an old man, Doran was able to comprehend the rest well enough. "He's fascinating, in far more ways that his appearance alone. I only hope his loyalty might be well placed." The final sentence was more a thoughtful murmur to himself, not meant to foreshadow any desire to betray the man.
He often wondered at what others found trustworthy enough to invest their faith in; clearly he knew little about it, having placed so much in the man before him now and only having met him a handful of trials prior. It was odd to realise; he felt as though he had spent much more time with Alistair than he had in fact, and the memories they had shared were tinted with the warmth of history he found more common with those of the distant past. There was a familiarity and warm nostalgia to it that only helped to push him forward, his bare feet stepping sure across the wooden deck, baggy clothes rustling limply in the breeze as he padded over to the other man, linking his fingers between the other's. His smile grew tender, the sadness seeping from his gaze until there was little more than comfortable warmth. While he wanted to meet all those whom Alistair cherished, there was something undeniably pleasing about being alone with him. "Food does sound particularly pleasant."
