[Dorian probably wasn't very good, but he and Venom did practice the whole flipping move until Dorian was, at the very least, competent. The truth of it was that Dorian ended up flat on his back or on his ass more times than not, but he endured it because it was, somehow, fun for the man...and because Venom bought him beer. Still, the little bit of grappling practice he'd gotten in with the man wasn't completely wasted.

He was in the middle of blotting his bloody face and hoping that he didn't look too disastrous when the approaching footsteps caught his attention. Back for more? Ah, but Dorian didn't sense ill intent from this man, and he was very discerning about such things, not that he'd let his guard drop that easily.

It's too cold and people are too stupid, becoming more so by the minute, and he'd no intetion of walking that path.]

I'm often impressed with myself [if his irreverant grin is anything to go on] I've been told that I have almost as much talent as I believe I do. Personally almost is selling it just a bit short.

[And he's confident, imagine that.]