Tutting under his breath as Henry Cavill might, Dorian's smile holds a knowing quality as he gently shakes his head. "I never said sex was mundane. Just... the particular act I witnessed." His shrug carries a dual air of casual dismissal and subtle judgment. Dorian empties his wine glass, studying it with apparent consideration before fixing the Maverick with a predatory and intense stare.
"Is that a promise you truly believe you can keep?" The question hangs in the air, imbued with a sudden gravity that hints at dire consequences.
As for Safrin?
Sauntering toward the nearly empty bottle, Dorian pours the remnants into his glass with deliberate slowness, as if savoring every drop. "To put such faith in a fallen star..." he murmurs under his breath, shaking his head slightly before glancing over his shoulder. "...imagine falling from so great a height as the cosmos of space..." Dorian's voice takes on a distant quality as if he's orbiting some distant star that has perhaps ensnared the goddess in its celestial dance. "One can only wonder at what state might she might find herself in when she lands."
Dorian drains the last remnants of the wine in his glass, savoring the taste before setting it aside with deliberate care. Though the lingering ambiance of the moment suggests a continuation, a spark of ice flits across Dorian's gaze as he smiles in the Maverick's direction. "Well," he drawls, his tone carrying a sense of finality. Stretching, he lets the robe fall about him in a calculated display of his own unapologetic nudity. The predatory glint in his eyes suggests that, for all the allure of what might come next, Dorian has other plans.
"Now that I am clean, I think I shall turn in if you don't mind."
"Is that a promise you truly believe you can keep?" The question hangs in the air, imbued with a sudden gravity that hints at dire consequences.
As for Safrin?
Sauntering toward the nearly empty bottle, Dorian pours the remnants into his glass with deliberate slowness, as if savoring every drop. "To put such faith in a fallen star..." he murmurs under his breath, shaking his head slightly before glancing over his shoulder. "...imagine falling from so great a height as the cosmos of space..." Dorian's voice takes on a distant quality as if he's orbiting some distant star that has perhaps ensnared the goddess in its celestial dance. "One can only wonder at what state might she might find herself in when she lands."
Dorian drains the last remnants of the wine in his glass, savoring the taste before setting it aside with deliberate care. Though the lingering ambiance of the moment suggests a continuation, a spark of ice flits across Dorian's gaze as he smiles in the Maverick's direction. "Well," he drawls, his tone carrying a sense of finality. Stretching, he lets the robe fall about him in a calculated display of his own unapologetic nudity. The predatory glint in his eyes suggests that, for all the allure of what might come next, Dorian has other plans.
"Now that I am clean, I think I shall turn in if you don't mind."
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
