“Wanna share?” He asks, feeling particularly chatty today. Dorian always had some sort of interesting story. More interesting than his own to be sure. That and there wasn’t much going on around the island. He’d done his quota of ridding the island of adults today.

“By your command, your highness.”

He releases his hold on the other boy’s wrist, instead wrapping his arm around his legs as he draws them up to his chest.