Dorian watches Malcolm with rapt interest, which piques even more so when the music starts playing. You'll forgive him if he's a little distracted by it, watching the record spin and hearing the crisp sounds coming from the player. He's absolutely fascinated, it's unlike anything he's heard before and he quite likes it.

"How marvelous." He's got a lot of questions, like how that disk can play music? what kind of magic is this? Is it magic? How do they get the sounds onto it?

He pulls himself out of his thoughts to listen to Malcolm answer his questions and considering his own answers.

"Well, as I've yet to really explore this world much, I can't really say to whether it's very different as a whole. The architecture and much of what I've seen seems a bit more advanced and different from what I'm used to, yes. The unsettling fog and spirits wandering about is a bit more par for the course, but that's about all. I'm glad to see there's at least vague similarities." Motioning to the bar, even if it is sadly lacking in spirits (the drinking kind).

"Depending on how much time you have I'm sure I could go on for hours and we could compare notes." This is mostly said as a joke, as he's sure this young man has much better things to do.