Ah, my strategy for keeping you out of trouble. Exhaustion.
[ His smile isn't unconvincing. He keeps it as light as he can, as ironic and wry. One would hardly know that on the inside, he's still rather reeling.
He presses a hand to Dorian's chest to still him. ]
What would you like? Wine? Coffee? Something to eat?
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[ His smile isn't unconvincing. He keeps it as light as he can, as ironic and wry. One would hardly know that on the inside, he's still rather reeling.
He presses a hand to Dorian's chest to still him. ]
What would you like? Wine? Coffee? Something to eat?