"Always?" Dorian arches an eyebrow, a flicker of disbelief in his tone. "While I'm sure pleasure and need can overlap, surely pleasure for pleasure's sake is..." He pauses, inhaling with theatrical flair before exhaling extravagantly. "...better?" A smirk plays on his lips as he hears Danta's choice. "The red it is."
Leaning casually against the bar, Dorian's lips curve into a subtle frown, as if genuinely pondering the Maverick's question. "Surely you would remember if we had." He replies with a coy smile. "I certainly would."
His gaze follows the whispered instructions, but it's back on Danta when the Maverick returns his attention. "It wasn't not you." Dorian replies with charm, then shrugs lazily. "But I have always wanted to find myself in the Grounds during LongNight. So many stories of monsters about, you know?"
Leaning casually against the bar, Dorian's lips curve into a subtle frown, as if genuinely pondering the Maverick's question. "Surely you would remember if we had." He replies with a coy smile. "I certainly would."
His gaze follows the whispered instructions, but it's back on Danta when the Maverick returns his attention. "It wasn't not you." Dorian replies with charm, then shrugs lazily. "But I have always wanted to find myself in the Grounds during LongNight. So many stories of monsters about, you know?"
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
