dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
Taking another sip of her wine, Dahlia considers his words and tilts her head coquettishly to the side. "Both, I think," she says after a beat or two. "His sweetness makes him easy to coax, to manipulate if necessary. But yes, I did like it as well." It's an easy admission, especially to Dorian, and she smiles at the memory of the Flood and his gentlemanly cadence.
Drawn back into the conversation by talk of the Carpenter boy, Dahlia smiles, catlike, and sets down her glass to stretch out on the bed on her front, cupping her chin in her hands. "I will do my very best," she promises, gazing up at him from beneath a fan of dark lashes. "Though the toys in Stormbreak almost seem too easy, especially in this part of town."
The barman had practically tripped over himself to get her a room, and it had taken very little effort to have someone carry her things here. Dahlia might only have to sneeze to accidentally break someone.
Drawn back into the conversation by talk of the Carpenter boy, Dahlia smiles, catlike, and sets down her glass to stretch out on the bed on her front, cupping her chin in her hands. "I will do my very best," she promises, gazing up at him from beneath a fan of dark lashes. "Though the toys in Stormbreak almost seem too easy, especially in this part of town."
The barman had practically tripped over himself to get her a room, and it had taken very little effort to have someone carry her things here. Dahlia might only have to sneeze to accidentally break someone.
Let me see the heat get to it
