[ Byerly holds up a finger, his brows quirked in a come-on-now sort of expression. Then he tosses back the last of his drink, makes an appreciative noise, and then steps forward and grasps at Dorian's sleeve to tug him along. ]
I must say, I'm consistently impressed by your good taste.
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[ Byerly holds up a finger, his brows quirked in a come-on-now sort of expression. Then he tosses back the last of his drink, makes an appreciative noise, and then steps forward and grasps at Dorian's sleeve to tug him along. ]
I must say, I'm consistently impressed by your good taste.
[ He gestures towards himself. ]