Dorian couldn't help but lean forward in his seat, watching Yuri and his reaction. There we go. Yuri seemed to be so unflappable, moving from angry at Dorian essentially barging into his apartment to touching his hand and offering his apology almost in a matter of moments. It was reassuring to see that the man was capable of anger, capable of getting angry at him--and oh, how he deserved it this time.

"You said you wanted to know about me," he simply responded, with a small little shrug. "Not all of my life is kisses in the park, going out for lunch, and eating cinnamon rolls with someone." After all, he did rob a bank. Surely Yuri couldn't have forgotten that already? Though, this attitude of trying to seem disconnected, trying to seem so nonchalant was starting to crack a bit. He was happy that Yuri got angry at him...but at the same time, Yuri was angry. He desperately wanted the man and hopefully this one brief act of recklessness wouldn't drive him entirely away.

"I just wanted to tell you what exactly you were getting yourself into," he remarked, drawing into himself, putting his feet on the furniture as he drew a knee up to his chin like someone who was trying to make himself as small as possible. That leaning forward in anticipation of Yuri's statement had been replaced by Dorian physically retreating into the back of the chair. "I...haven't exactly had the best of luck when it comes to relationships." Now there was something resembling remorse. Remorse or nostalgia or possibly both. After all, while he was perfectly content to see some of his former flames burn in hell, some of them...well, it was entirely possible that Dorian Gray had loved and lost.

"And it's entirely possible that I'll fuck this up more than I already have."