With a raised eyebrow and a sardonic smile playing on his lips, Dorian observes the Maverick's banter. "Ah, but that implies I share in the constraints of such mundanity," he muses, elegantly stepping out of the bath and into the awaiting robe with an air of refinement. "I find myself with a different set of... distractions, one might say." And, based on the relaxed state of his body, for all of the Mavericks' attractiveness and skill, it had not been for the purposes of sexual pleasure that he'd invited Danta and the girl up to his room.
Letting the robe hang about his body, Dorian reveals a physique that defies expectations. The subtle play of lean muscle beneath his skin is evident as he swirls the remaining wine in his glass. His movements exude a surprising strength and control that belies the conventional signs of aging, a testament to a vitality that transcends mere appearance. "It's fascinating, really, how some creatures are bound by the ... limitations of their own desires, tethered to the mundane rhythm of their needs. While others.." he adds, raising his glass in a mock salute, "..find themselves navigating a realm of infinite possibilities."
Letting the robe hang about his body, Dorian reveals a physique that defies expectations. The subtle play of lean muscle beneath his skin is evident as he swirls the remaining wine in his glass. His movements exude a surprising strength and control that belies the conventional signs of aging, a testament to a vitality that transcends mere appearance. "It's fascinating, really, how some creatures are bound by the ... limitations of their own desires, tethered to the mundane rhythm of their needs. While others.." he adds, raising his glass in a mock salute, "..find themselves navigating a realm of infinite possibilities."
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
