DORIAN
He scoffed, waving a hand in a flamboyant manner. "Gossip is the pastime of old housewives, of which you and I are neither." he quipped. That said, Dorian was always on the beat of the latest gossip. His profession relied on it heavily after all. "Quite suitably, you are called to duty by Rae - a most noble call I might add - and any who might dare to question that are no better than heathens." he said, nose pointed up ever so slightly - a pose he held for a moment before grinning at her handsomely.
Tobi's accusation though had him grasping at his chest, eyes wide and jaw slack. "How you wound me, my dear! The only thing in this world I have to do is keep our dear Cian from losing a personality all together as he buries himself in the dregs of paperwork." he said dramatically. Dorian tilted his head close to hers, a finger raised over his lips as mischievousness once again took hold. "Now you listen here, young miss, I've a proposition for you! The day you turn forty should we both still be woefully unwed and single, I will marry you that very instant - and that means you are engaged in a manner of speaking and you can put those crotchety housewives back in their place, no?" he said with a chuckle.
The Orator grinned cheekily as her cheeks flushed. "I would have but then I would have missed out on your blush, my dear. It does a man's ego good to make pretty lady blush." he teased, nodding sagely as she went on. "Mmm, yes, medical reasons, of course. How can I deny a request of such importance? What would you know, then?" he asked. In this one instance he really had nothing of great weight to hide, no grand schemes or plans to ruin, just a few interesting conversations with strange people.
Tobi's accusation though had him grasping at his chest, eyes wide and jaw slack. "How you wound me, my dear! The only thing in this world I have to do is keep our dear Cian from losing a personality all together as he buries himself in the dregs of paperwork." he said dramatically. Dorian tilted his head close to hers, a finger raised over his lips as mischievousness once again took hold. "Now you listen here, young miss, I've a proposition for you! The day you turn forty should we both still be woefully unwed and single, I will marry you that very instant - and that means you are engaged in a manner of speaking and you can put those crotchety housewives back in their place, no?" he said with a chuckle.
The Orator grinned cheekily as her cheeks flushed. "I would have but then I would have missed out on your blush, my dear. It does a man's ego good to make pretty lady blush." he teased, nodding sagely as she went on. "Mmm, yes, medical reasons, of course. How can I deny a request of such importance? What would you know, then?" he asked. In this one instance he really had nothing of great weight to hide, no grand schemes or plans to ruin, just a few interesting conversations with strange people.
"Revenge" sounds so mean
That's why I prefer to call it:
That's why I prefer to call it:
"Returning the favor"
