[ Dorian sits as invited, kicking one leg over the other to settle as if every motion is another excuse to find a new pose. This is habit rather than deliberate affect, as his curiousity is enough to reflect in his eyes.
Eyes that smile, a little, at the offer of tea, a faint sort of amusement that doesn't stop him from assent in the form of a quick nod. ]
I certainly don't lack for opinions. Nor time, at present.
action.
Eyes that smile, a little, at the offer of tea, a faint sort of amusement that doesn't stop him from assent in the form of a quick nod. ]
I certainly don't lack for opinions. Nor time, at present.