He wouldn't really mind the encroaching of space; having wolf pups for siblings would do that to you. Make all personal space disappear.

Dorian cocks his head to the side though, inquisitive. "Really?" he asks sincerely. "Hmm. You give me the impression of someone who had plenty of loved ones. You seem so casually----err, talkative. Not that that's a bad thing."

At their next question, he fidgets, and looks down towards his boots for a long second. "Mm. A partner." A beat, he opens to say something else, then stops, and quiets.