Dorian watches the brief flash of Danta's will upon the girl with unfettered interest. A subtle narrowing of his eyes accompanies the emergence of a smile that transforms into a radiant expression as the girl dutifully moves to refill his glass. "Thank you so much." Dorian titters, his words oddly appreciative in the context, yet he seems all the more pleased for it.
Tilting his head slightly to gaze up at her, another man in his position might reach out for her with his hand if not a word, draw her down and against him. The bath was plenty large enough for two, especially given the positions they'd no doubt occupy, but Dorian, with a casual and cursory smile, signals for her departure.
Indulgently, Dorian takes a sip of the wine, allowing a deliberate moan of appreciation for the vintage to escape his lips. The sound subtly emphasizes his disinterest in the ongoing coupling of bodies. With a nonchalant gesture, he lets his head loll against one shoulder, signalling to the pair, "Alright. As you were then."
Tilting his head slightly to gaze up at her, another man in his position might reach out for her with his hand if not a word, draw her down and against him. The bath was plenty large enough for two, especially given the positions they'd no doubt occupy, but Dorian, with a casual and cursory smile, signals for her departure.
Indulgently, Dorian takes a sip of the wine, allowing a deliberate moan of appreciation for the vintage to escape his lips. The sound subtly emphasizes his disinterest in the ongoing coupling of bodies. With a nonchalant gesture, he lets his head loll against one shoulder, signalling to the pair, "Alright. As you were then."
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
