Dorian offered a low, appreciative chuckle in response to Danta's crooked smile, his eyes glinting darkly. The blonde, seemingly enjoying her role in this seductive pantomime, felt ancillary to the proceedings no matter how vital her role. As the Maverick painted a pathway of kisses down the pale column of the girl's neck, Dorian watched with detached fascination, his gaze a mix of privileged amusement and intensity.
Lifting the wine to his lips, if there was a flush of emotions on his cheeks, it was hidden by his beard and the wall of hazy steam rising up from the bath. "Pride." He almost sneered. "How boring." Raising the stem such that the wine seemed to pour into his mouth rather than be drained by his lips, for all of Danta's skill and expertise in this area, Dorian seemed far more taken by the liquid staining his mouth than the display currently on offer. It was as if the unfolding scene before him was a mere backdrop to his own private performance, a carefully orchestrated tableau where he pulled all the strings.
Lifting the wine to his lips, if there was a flush of emotions on his cheeks, it was hidden by his beard and the wall of hazy steam rising up from the bath. "Pride." He almost sneered. "How boring." Raising the stem such that the wine seemed to pour into his mouth rather than be drained by his lips, for all of Danta's skill and expertise in this area, Dorian seemed far more taken by the liquid staining his mouth than the display currently on offer. It was as if the unfolding scene before him was a mere backdrop to his own private performance, a carefully orchestrated tableau where he pulled all the strings.
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
