[Dorian decides he likes being called human better than being called mortal, even if he's not a giant fan of that, either. It misses the full picture.]

Any other human experiences helplessness very differently than I do, [he points out, still a little tense, but less so. He likes being looked at, puzzled over, but he's not sure how he feels about this sort of scrutiny. And in spite of how much he loves to lure people into trying to solve the mystery of him, he's actually very protective of his own secrets. One secret in particular is the only one that could, theoretically, kill him.] I've never had anything to fear from it, not since I was made. Not even here, truly.