DORIAN
"No one kneels willingly," Dorian replies just as smoothly, his chin rising ever so slightly as if noting the subtle shift in the atmosphere between them. Glancing apathetically at the grooves left in the wood, he marks this outburst with a slow raise of his eyebrows as the corners of his lips twitch; the expression not one of amusement or approval, but rather more like the slow tethering of a wild beast.
"Perhaps the fault lies with me." Dorian's blue eyes shift toward Dahlia's lips for a fleeting moment before he smoothly turns, his back to her, his tone one of pointed disappointment. "Perhaps I have kept too much to myself. Too much of myself from you." Straightening, he waits, allowing his withdrawn intimacy to tangle with the combined failure of their efforts, for Dahlia's ambition and predatory nature to either have her claws sheathing themselves or else driving themselves into the flesh of his body just as she'd done with the wood of her desk.
"Perhaps...we ought to address Halo together."
"Perhaps the fault lies with me." Dorian's blue eyes shift toward Dahlia's lips for a fleeting moment before he smoothly turns, his back to her, his tone one of pointed disappointment. "Perhaps I have kept too much to myself. Too much of myself from you." Straightening, he waits, allowing his withdrawn intimacy to tangle with the combined failure of their efforts, for Dahlia's ambition and predatory nature to either have her claws sheathing themselves or else driving themselves into the flesh of his body just as she'd done with the wood of her desk.
"Perhaps...we ought to address Halo together."
