"My deepest condolences for your deceased planet, Stark," Who is rather strapping and capable and impressive with those buckets. Tony continues with a promise of warmth Dorian cannot find the force of will to deny, and then seals the deal with the added offer of wine. "That does sound divine, though."

He's been to a nightmarish realm in which his deepest fears were made manifest from his own mind. He can cope with quite a bit, but this Tony Stark seemed to be native, or at least someone who'd been here long enough to have answers to his questions. He'd be a fool not to follow the man. He shoulders the strange pack he was provided and falls into step with him.

"How could I not accept with such a sales pitch?"