Dorian's eyes never leave Dahlia's face as she speaks, his expression unreadable but for the faintest twitch of his lips at her airy dismissal. His fingers, clasped loosely behind his back, drum once against his wrist as he considers. "I've missed them too, Dahlia," he replies, his voice smooth as silk, carrying a subtle undercurrent of warmth meant only for her. He lets the words settle for a moment, his gaze flicking lazily down her body before returning to meet her eyes as if allowing her to feel the weight of his attention before pulling it back.
As she speaks of King's End, Dorian's gaze drifts away, seemingly in thought, but his fingers once again twitch, ever so slightly, as if mentally crossing off an item on a list. "Good," he murmurs his voice light but with an edge of satisfaction. "Shadows suit us for now. Let them think they have the upper hand—until they don't."
When Dahlia brings up the sword, Dorian turns his attention back to her fully. "Pierce would indeed enjoy the challenge, I think" He gives a small, deliberate pause. "I'll speak with him. Explain what it is we're looking to achieve." Pierce could be a touch blunt at times, but with the right guidance, Dorian was sure their enforcer would see to his task effectively.
At the mention of the Vox, a faint narrowing of his eyes betrays the intensity of Dorian's thoughts, but only for a fraction of a second. He lifts his chin slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Yes, Vox's actions..." His fingers were still behind his back, tightening for the briefest moment before relaxing again. "Rafael is awake, but still within the island." His voice remains calm and controlled, but there's a cold edge beneath the surface now. "Perhaps he'll remain that way long enough for it not to matter."
As she speaks of King's End, Dorian's gaze drifts away, seemingly in thought, but his fingers once again twitch, ever so slightly, as if mentally crossing off an item on a list. "Good," he murmurs his voice light but with an edge of satisfaction. "Shadows suit us for now. Let them think they have the upper hand—until they don't."
When Dahlia brings up the sword, Dorian turns his attention back to her fully. "Pierce would indeed enjoy the challenge, I think" He gives a small, deliberate pause. "I'll speak with him. Explain what it is we're looking to achieve." Pierce could be a touch blunt at times, but with the right guidance, Dorian was sure their enforcer would see to his task effectively.
At the mention of the Vox, a faint narrowing of his eyes betrays the intensity of Dorian's thoughts, but only for a fraction of a second. He lifts his chin slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Yes, Vox's actions..." His fingers were still behind his back, tightening for the briefest moment before relaxing again. "Rafael is awake, but still within the island." His voice remains calm and controlled, but there's a cold edge beneath the surface now. "Perhaps he'll remain that way long enough for it not to matter."
