Since his death Dorian had never done much in the way of real work. Even then the calises on his hands were not as hard as some men of his time. Katherine had been large on making him put oil on his fingers as she did not like the rough feel of his fingers when he would let his hands get busted up working around their home. She made sure his hands stayed soft, and with the reset he still had the soft finger tips.

Dorian gave a low hiss against Angel's neck when ANgel rubbed against his hip. The hiss given as the rubbed back against Angel. His body was often slow to start but not tonight. The spell was strong and deep in his blood. Between sweet friction and then the feel of the fangs he pulled his head up a moment and gasped in a thick breath. "Oh fuck." Escaped him before he dove in digging his fangs in to return the favor, his body burning for Angel.