DORIAN
Dorian hummed, nodding slowly as if chewing on serious counsel rather than preferences in pastries. "A fair sentiment. It is of course always difficult for anything to match that which our mothers and grandmothers made us as children." he said. "Was she a baker as well, your grandmother?" he asked with genuine interest.
As the mood turned he lifted his tea to his lips, sipping from it as she pelted him with questions - which seemed her habit. "Rally people against her? I am flattered, but I am no general who could inspire people to arms." he said with a chuckle. His lips set in a wry smile, watching her with a warm blue gaze. "I am here, as I said, because of you, my dear. You, the one so loved by Vi he bestowed upon you the title shield of his herald." he said, crossing his legs. "It must be difficult, bearing the weight of his expectations, and yet knowing so personally those who offend him. Is it not?" he asked gently.
As the mood turned he lifted his tea to his lips, sipping from it as she pelted him with questions - which seemed her habit. "Rally people against her? I am flattered, but I am no general who could inspire people to arms." he said with a chuckle. His lips set in a wry smile, watching her with a warm blue gaze. "I am here, as I said, because of you, my dear. You, the one so loved by Vi he bestowed upon you the title shield of his herald." he said, crossing his legs. "It must be difficult, bearing the weight of his expectations, and yet knowing so personally those who offend him. Is it not?" he asked gently.
I don't treat people badly,
I treat them accordingly
