There's a certain loathing in that other man's tone that catches Dorian off guard. Because it's the sort of hate that comes from knowing a person. Not knowing them too well, but knowing them enough to form a well-crafted opinion...an opinion that you couldn't have when you literally just met someone.

So, Dorian is listening. There's a skeptical frown on his face, like he's not entirely sure what to think of all this, but one thing is clear: this man believes he's met him before. And if what he's saying is true, if there is some alternate world out there where things could be different for them, then Dorian wants in.

"Better how?"