That patient wolf losing it, biting. Re-purposing that tie elsewhere, forgetting the rest of that wonderful outfit of yours.
[Said with such ease, it almost surprises himself. Dorian doesn't show this for a second, though, and instead follows up with a smug grin. He rises to stand as tall as he can to meet Harry's height-- he can't possibly, but it won't put a deter his efforts. If it were any other night, anywhere else, he might have been terrified of putting on such a display. Now? He's exhilarated. He'd surely die if they parted now, changed their minds.
He draws that hand up, finally tracing his thumb over the line of Harry's neck before he runs his fingers into the back of his hair. All while he turns his head, so that he speaks into his ear with a low voice.]
i will wait 1000 for this old man
[Said with such ease, it almost surprises himself. Dorian doesn't show this for a second, though, and instead follows up with a smug grin. He rises to stand as tall as he can to meet Harry's height-- he can't possibly, but it won't put a deter his efforts. If it were any other night, anywhere else, he might have been terrified of putting on such a display. Now? He's exhilarated. He'd surely die if they parted now, changed their minds.
He draws that hand up, finally tracing his thumb over the line of Harry's neck before he runs his fingers into the back of his hair. All while he turns his head, so that he speaks into his ear with a low voice.]
Do we really need patience here, dear Harry?