Dorian's not sure what he's expecting at first, but as the lights dim his eyes widen and he looks around the room to see the shadows spread and deepen, darkening the edges around them. He's fascinated by it, curious how far the other's control of the shadows extends. What else can he do with them? Of course, he'd love to pry, ask all kinds of questions, but the other was already hesitant to do this much. He had said it was taxing on him, after all. Dorian is certainly exhausted from his own display and practice, so he wonders how powerful the other is with his specialty.

"Marvelous." He smiles softly at the other, that same intrigued spark in his eye. "Yes, in a way. The staves are weapons in their own right, but they can be modified with various materials or gems to help amplify our power and give some beneficial bonuses."

He turns a wrist, waggling his fingers in fluid tutting, and lets a little green flame alight on his palm. It glows brightly through the lingering shadows creeping in around them. "I'm still quite capable of doing my magics, but they would be stronger, more honed with a staff."