Dorian's lips curl into a faint smile as he listens, a familiar calm settling over his features. "Quiet?" He repeats, amusement threading through his voice even as his expression remains neutral. "I wouldn't say that. I've merely been preparing. The groundwork needs to be perfect for what comes next." His eyes gleam with approval when she mentions the Valkyrie. "Well done. A demigod, especially one close to Sunjata, is no small acquisition."
He steps closer, his gaze moving over her face as if appraising the full weight of her report. "But the question remains," he continues, his voice soft but sharp, "—do you think it's time to make our presence known in King's End? Or are you still content to let your pawns move in secret? The more we reveal, the more resistance we might stir... though there's always the benefit of fear, if applied correctly." No one knew that better than the Reaper, of course.
As she mentions the sword in Ronin's possession, Dorian's eyes narrow slightly in thought. "A blade kissed by death.." He muses. "I see why it appeals to you." He pauses, then gives her a look, his tone measured but offering her the choice. "Do you want to take the sword yourself? Or would you prefer I handle the White Knight? We both know he's not someone easily trifled with, but nothing is out of reach." He pauses just long enough for her to feel the weight of his words, then adds: "Especially when it's for you." The statement, though subtle, carries a thread of something more; just enough to keep her hungry for his approval and to remind her of the delicate tension between them.
He steps closer, his gaze moving over her face as if appraising the full weight of her report. "But the question remains," he continues, his voice soft but sharp, "—do you think it's time to make our presence known in King's End? Or are you still content to let your pawns move in secret? The more we reveal, the more resistance we might stir... though there's always the benefit of fear, if applied correctly." No one knew that better than the Reaper, of course.
As she mentions the sword in Ronin's possession, Dorian's eyes narrow slightly in thought. "A blade kissed by death.." He muses. "I see why it appeals to you." He pauses, then gives her a look, his tone measured but offering her the choice. "Do you want to take the sword yourself? Or would you prefer I handle the White Knight? We both know he's not someone easily trifled with, but nothing is out of reach." He pauses just long enough for her to feel the weight of his words, then adds: "Especially when it's for you." The statement, though subtle, carries a thread of something more; just enough to keep her hungry for his approval and to remind her of the delicate tension between them.
