Letting the robe hang about his body, Dorian swirls the remaining wine in his glass, watching Danta with a predator's precision. The Maverick's words draw a low chuckle from him, a sound that echoes with a blend of amusement and condescension. "A strange thing to know with such certainty. Perhaps I have been blessed by Frey that I might never experience such a lack of utility." He suggests smugly, before draining his glass once more.
"As for your invitation to roll around in the dirt." Dorian continues. "I find myself more inclined to stay clean. Dirt is for those who are still trying to find their footing."
Leaning against a table with casual elegance, Dorian tilts his head in contemplation, his eyes tracing the contours of the room. "The Dusklight.." he remarks, his tone contemplative. "Holds secrets, I'm sure. Whispers in the walls, tales spun in the shadows." He raises an eyebrow, fixing his gaze on Danta. "I wonder what whispers you've heard about Safrin lately, and if anyone without their head stuck up her ass actually cares much about her disappearance." Leaving the implications hanging, Dorian continues his exploration of the room, trailing his fingers along the table as if acquainting himself with the furniture. "Do you think her absence has any impact on the balance of power around here? Or is it merely a ripple in the pond?"
"As for your invitation to roll around in the dirt." Dorian continues. "I find myself more inclined to stay clean. Dirt is for those who are still trying to find their footing."
Leaning against a table with casual elegance, Dorian tilts his head in contemplation, his eyes tracing the contours of the room. "The Dusklight.." he remarks, his tone contemplative. "Holds secrets, I'm sure. Whispers in the walls, tales spun in the shadows." He raises an eyebrow, fixing his gaze on Danta. "I wonder what whispers you've heard about Safrin lately, and if anyone without their head stuck up her ass actually cares much about her disappearance." Leaving the implications hanging, Dorian continues his exploration of the room, trailing his fingers along the table as if acquainting himself with the furniture. "Do you think her absence has any impact on the balance of power around here? Or is it merely a ripple in the pond?"
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
